Belly tops
Posted on Thursday, August 10, 2006Have you noticed the number of fat knackers around these days?
No, sorry, I don’t mean overweight people. I mean fat fuckers trailing a string of fat fucker kids behind them. Fat fuckers with tattoos and hoop ear-rings and scrunchies and worst of all, belly tops !!!
WHATTT???
Isn’t it fucking awful? Isn’t it just fucking awful?
Look. I don’t really care who gets overweight, ok? I put on a few pounds myself after saying goodbye to the cigarettes some years back, so I’m in no position to pass judgment about anyone’s appearance.
But belly-tops? Come on!!
If you have forty bellies, that’s your business in my opinion. Your own business. If you have forty bellies hanging out over each other, that’s your own business, and would you please not make it mine, by exposing your disgusting layers of fucking flab to my weak constitution. I do not want to look at some fucker with an arse made out of scrambled eggs waving all this cellulite shit at me when I should be concentrating on saving the universe. Fuck off, fat knackers and disgust the fat fathers of your fat fucker brats in fucking private.
Stumble it!
