And so it came to pass that yet another Clinton Cards-induced festival of rampant commercialism took place in the Year of our Lord 2010.
What a pile of utter wank.
On the other hand, what an opportune time to note that…
Or, rather, he was a fucking wanker, as he met his (rather regrettably late) demise in September 2007. I wish it had been years sooner.
So, V, you raping, attempted-murdering, wife-beating, daughter-hating, piece of rotting worm-food shit, I hope you’re having a really, really crap death
See you in hell, cunt!