he's the type of guy who can't argue, but thinks he can. a card-toting member of UKIP, a BNP sympathiser, quite possible a mysogynist, serious issues about the fact that he sells vastly overpriced, frankly SHIT bikes, doesn't know when to apologise, offensive, doesn't have an intellect but does, however, possesses a tiny piece of brain tissue, kind of like an appendix, that functions only to repeat over and over again "You are CLever and I love You Say SoME moRe MEasurrd thINgs", that is all, flooding his synapses and minuscule powers of reasoning with the specious belief that what he says is right and that it matters.
this guy's idea of normal people' is made up, largely, by closet racists, superficial aesthetes, and rich fuckers with more money that sense running round in birkenstocks and buying a pashley, or a knock off pashley that weighs eleven tons and costs a million pounds.
this guy is, in short, a nasty, snivelling, odious, bile-ridden man. oh and if you're reading this, which you patently are - have fun watching your business go down the pan, racist.
that is pure poetry pj and u definitely have a knack for excellent writing skills.
I'm envious, because reading that was like an excerpt from Ernest Hemingway.
Just awesome.
You should hook up with Pajamas because he also can write beautifully
As for the content, damn man, you hit it on the nail.
that is pure poetry pj and u definitely have a knack for excellent writing skills.
I'm envious, because reading that was like an excerpt from Ernest Hemingway.
Just awesome.
You should hook up with Pajamas because he also can write beautifully
As for the content, damn man, you hit it on the nail.