Sunday, March 18, 2012


A pox on the rat bastard tourist who breathed their pestilence on me at Universal this weekend, rendering me ill & dying. I hope that upon your return trip to wherever the hell you came from, your airline goes belly up and when you finally get rebooked on a more expensive carrier you are sat between a gum smacking whore and her screaming infant and a close talker with a years worth of travel stories and severe halitosis!

No... I'm not bitter. Not at all.

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