Monday, 19 October 2009

What Are Friends For?

Recieved the following text message from a friend of mine over the weekend:

"I'm off to Stephen Gately's funeral today. Going to see if I can sneakily fuck the ass and mouth of his stinking Irish corpse before they nail the lid down and send him into a very Catholic hell for eternal correction."

Cheered me up anyway, between trying to read The Guardian and watching bloody X Factor.

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