>total collapse of Christianity in Scotland >he he he, god does no exist, ya daft fooel, the sky isn't falling in > massive rates of suicide and alcoholism
As Alexander Salmon wrote, so many Roman apologists are like the false mother in the days of Solomon, who would rather somebody have no religion if they cannot be hers.
You don't have to be a pothead for that. Living alone as a NEET with no social contact for a year or two does that to you. Your perception of reality quickly gets fricked up when you are in that state.
Fookin...i was brewsin /teevee/ rait. I uselly dont brews /telly/ but i thooght it be a change a pase, ye know?.. Was havin greet taim, talkin with people about the telly an the moovies. And soddenly I see this thred with an aeroplane an a lad standin in fren of it, like he oownd the blody place, sayin ”Ah am the C I A”. Ah jest had te cleeck the threed eaut of curiesity.. Weird stoff, mon. All the pesters poosting the saame picturs oover an ooveragein. Theers the CIA lad yellin to a big bloke with a sceary mask 'Wos getin cooght part of yer plan?', CIA lad eskin 'Bein?' an sayin 'Yer a big guy' an the maskbloke sez 'Fer ye'
An I start to get ideeas. I say 'Dee Dee, hiers yer chance. You could fenally be a tall man.For once in yer life!' An I ge' up an walk to ma mirrer, repeetin 'Yer a big guy, yer a big guy' an ah felt me grevin. I get to ma mirrer an I'm alredy massiv. Ma hed was hittin the ceelin an a could hold the compu'er, in tha bacggroond, between me fingars. I say to tha mirrer 'Yer a big guy' an soddenly: the mirrer sez back 'Fer ye'. I nerly pishd maself.
But then i say 'Dee Dee, yer ouda order. Yer goin to be too big. Too big fer the flat! Kent fit throogh the door. Kent goo to the shep. Gon get kikd uut the fla'. Have to feend a nu fla' big enough fer me. I just kent affoord it. Hav to writ doon the nu bank number ef the nu land laady. I kent bether' fer all tha so I ren to my compu'er befor ma fengars are too big fer the keyboords. I go back to /Ar nein kay/, sholda ne'er left, an staart to fin threeds wit the freg thats just a wee bit doon er the boold white bloke. I fil shrinkin when i see some sad bloke postin a freg thats just a wee bit doon an tellin hoo miserable his laif is an i post a freg thats just a wee bit up, sayin 'It gets be'er' and i reelly did started to feel be'er! ...Weird stoff mon, but every'ng is fin nu.
Literally me but I never leave my house except to throw out the garbage around the corner and even that takes some hyping up even tho the streets are empty this time of the year
He's almost literally me. I love these bits but they also fill me with a deep sense of emptiness.
he's had two suicide attempts, here's hoping for a third and final one
>Comedian doesn't like our le epic based memefrog
>I HOPE HE KILLS HIMSELF!!!!
You people are clearly sane.
hey the guy has only ever had sex with 1 woman lmao, come on
>total collapse of Christianity in Scotland
>he he he, god does no exist, ya daft fooel, the sky isn't falling in
> massive rates of suicide and alcoholism
presbyterianism is heresy anyway
As Alexander Salmon wrote, so many Roman apologists are like the false mother in the days of Solomon, who would rather somebody have no religion if they cannot be hers.
>Alexander Salmon (1820 – 6 August 1866) was an English merchant who was the first israelite to reside in Tahiti.
Everyone knows a pothead burnout loser like this, that's why it hits so close to home.
You don't have to be a pothead for that. Living alone as a NEET with no social contact for a year or two does that to you. Your perception of reality quickly gets fricked up when you are in that state.
aye, well, you would say that
Alright?
What's the bets his name used tae be Smith or somethin' and he just changed it tae fit in?
why are brits so cringe?
Fridae, brawsin /teevee/, ushl
Fookin...i was brewsin /teevee/ rait. I uselly dont brews /telly/ but i thooght it be a change a pase, ye know?.. Was havin greet taim, talkin with people about the telly an the moovies. And soddenly I see this thred with an aeroplane an a lad standin in fren of it, like he oownd the blody place, sayin ”Ah am the C I A”. Ah jest had te cleeck the threed eaut of curiesity.. Weird stoff, mon. All the pesters poosting the saame picturs oover an ooveragein. Theers the CIA lad yellin to a big bloke with a sceary mask 'Wos getin cooght part of yer plan?', CIA lad eskin 'Bein?' an sayin 'Yer a big guy' an the maskbloke sez 'Fer ye'
An I start to get ideeas. I say 'Dee Dee, hiers yer chance. You could fenally be a tall man.For once in yer life!' An I ge' up an walk to ma mirrer, repeetin 'Yer a big guy, yer a big guy' an ah felt me grevin. I get to ma mirrer an I'm alredy massiv. Ma hed was hittin the ceelin an a could hold the compu'er, in tha bacggroond, between me fingars. I say to tha mirrer 'Yer a big guy' an soddenly: the mirrer sez back 'Fer ye'. I nerly pishd maself.
But then i say 'Dee Dee, yer ouda order. Yer goin to be too big. Too big fer the flat! Kent fit throogh the door. Kent goo to the shep. Gon get kikd uut the fla'. Have to feend a nu fla' big enough fer me. I just kent affoord it. Hav to writ doon the nu bank number ef the nu land laady. I kent bether' fer all tha so I ren to my compu'er befor ma fengars are too big fer the keyboords. I go back to /Ar nein kay/, sholda ne'er left, an staart to fin threeds wit the freg thats just a wee bit doon er the boold white bloke. I fil shrinkin when i see some sad bloke postin a freg thats just a wee bit doon an tellin hoo miserable his laif is an i post a freg thats just a wee bit up, sayin 'It gets be'er' and i reelly did started to feel be'er! ...Weird stoff mon, but every'ng is fin nu.
Kino
amazing
I've got Kirstin McLean lewds if anyone is interested
kill jester
Frick jester
No you don't.
hes live right now
>I'll take a quiet life, a handshake with carbon monoxide
>And no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
Absolute fricking shame how old these shoegaze / dreampop girls have become.
>nae alarm
>i dont want to be here anymore
Literally me but I never leave my house except to throw out the garbage around the corner and even that takes some hyping up even tho the streets are empty this time of the year
Benny Harvey R.I.P.
Miss you big man
Gone but not forgotten.
Porter doesn't even rhyme with Yoker