Wednesday, September 13, 2006

They've gone too far!

Right! Stop it, RIGHT NOW!

We all know that American and UK Foreign policy pisses me off, lots of political and legal things do. I whine all the time. We know that Creme Egg fillings in chocolate bar form is just plain wrong. We know that only stupid people believe the world was created 6000 years ago and to suggest otherwise pushes one of my rant buttons.

All these things we know. There is one thing we all know that Stephen Fry phrases better than anyone else:

You can't live with them, you can't live with them. The first sign of these nasty purulent sores appeared round about 1894. With their jangling keys, nasty suits, revolting beards, moustaches and tinted spectacles, estate agents roam the land causing perturbation and despair. If you try and kill them, you're put in prison; if you try and talk to them, you vomit. There's only one thing worse than an estate agent but at least that can be safely lanced, drained and surgically dressed. Estate agents. Love them or loathe them, you'd be mad not to loathe them.

I know I've posted it before....but....well.......gah! Phucking Estate Agents!. Utter Bastards!

"Burn The Big 'Oose! Are Ya With Me Lads?!!" is what we should be shouting! Ofcourse on the way to the big house, a wriggly estate agent would lean out of the window and say something like "Yes, it is indeed a big house and we can include the open fire you suggest for only the price of one kidney and your first born child!".

Now I know it says 'property investors'. You know what a property investor is? It's a fucking estate agent with an exclusive post code.

While nothing will alleviate the fury at the name of the Mighty Honey Badger being taken in vain, looking for that Fry quote brought a smile to my face as I founnd this one too:

I stooped to pick a buttercup. Why people leave buttocks lying around, I've no idea


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