- i’m back mummy. i’ve been to narnia and met a fawn and a white witch, and mr & mrs beaver and—
- jesus christ, wake up terry, she’s found our ketamine stash…
just in case there was any confusion, if you follow this account and are a little bit of a racist i would disrespectfully ask you to fuck off into the sea…
i can assure you all it was not a christmas party, it was an important governmental meeting that naturally evolved into vodka jelly shots and naked twister…
- “let’s move to Kent” you said. “great quality of life” you said.
- we’re not the only ones in tier 4 for christmas you know.
- sharon, i’m watching a lorry driver take a shit behind your rhododendrons...
i have wandered for 40 days and 40 nights. i have climbed mountains and crossed deserts. i have toiled with fear and wrestled with my inner demons...
and i’m still only halfway to my nearest f**king covid testing centre...
- it says on this website that the new vaccine may contain a microchip so the government can read your mind.
- you enjoy craft beer and miniature railways timothy. i bet MI5 can’t wait to get into your f**king head...
- neil, who’s john deere?
- just some guy i met on Grindr, i promise.
- he’d better be. if i catch you wanking to tractors again i’ll cut your dick off…
-WAIT!, stop. i declare i’ve won the egg and spoon race.
- but we’re still mid-race?
- also, i’m pretty sure your egg is illegal and corrupt.
- what the f**k are you talking about...?
sir, despite me being in charge of enforcing the rule about not smearing shit all over the office i’m afraid some photos have emerged of me smearing shit all over the office. i’m sorry.
- i accept your apology, and consider the matter closed…
hey terry, my kid liked the look of your sandpit so i’ve chosen to no longer recognise it as part of your garden and it’s now an independent state. my rottweiler’s here to keep the peace…
- daddy, does boris hate all the children?
- jesus christ, bloody lefties twisting the truth again. of course he doesn’t hate all the children— just the poor ones...
i have the list of reasons for ‘essential travel’ in front of me and it makes no mention of going to Argos to change the colour of yoUR F**KING YOGA MAT...!
- i think i’ll take a risk and wait for my jab. i want to see the evidence that this vaccine is safe first. my body is precious to me — anyway, i’ll have this litre of vodka and 40 silkcut please...
i know you wanted to take the caravan to Scarborough for a week but with the price of petrol we need a cheaper option. so i’ve rented an island in the Maldives for 3 weeks…
-oh grandma, what big eyes you have. oh my, what big hands you have. what big teeth you have.
- wow, well thanks for dropping by you body shaming piece of shit...
- daddy, how are babies made?
- well it’s a bit like a train going into a tunnel.
- a little flaccid joke of a train terry.
- INTO A DRY, POORLY MAINTAINED TUNNEL SUSAN.
- oh f**k you terry…
- i wish i didn’t have to go to school tomorrow.
- well i wish i hadn’t done mushrooms this late on a sunday evening sweetie, but i guess we all have our demons to face…
- our house is on fire! quick, grab a hose.
- i’m afraid there have been some procurement issues and unforeseen problems within the hose distribution chain. however, here’s a small glass of cold piss you can use. now get in there and stay safe...
- mummy? in terms of both risk of transmission and protection for teachers and students, what has actually changed since before lockdown?
- see you later, have a good day...
- mummy? i have genuine concerns that despite government reassurances this return to school may be a grave error and to be honest i feel like a terrified laboratory rat in some awful experiment just waiting for-
- hurry up, you’re gonna be late...
- when i grow up i want to become prime minister.
- well, we hoped you’d do something more worthwhile and rewarding… like juggling dog shit outside primark…
- f**k sake terry!
- please don’t be mad.
- i couldn’t give a shit about the cross dressing, but i’m furious that my lingerie looks better on you than on me...
i would like to offer my heartfelt apology and promise that i will do everything in my power to remove any doubt from the minds of the british public, that i give two f**ks…
- daddy, does boris hate all the people?
- jesus christ, bloody lefties twisting the truth again. of course he doesn’t hate all the people— just the poor ones...
hi neighbour- please don’t confuse the national sense of relief and optimism resulting from the loosening of lockdown rules, coupled with the fact that the sun is shining, as a green light to talk to me. i still think you’re a f**king idiot...
- he said if i don’t go straight to sleep then the ‘killer clown’ will get me.
- there’s no such thing sweetie. i’m not sure where daddy is right now but when i see him i’ll tell him not to be so silly...
well i think i’ve been very reasonable julie. she’s got till the end of the week to pay what she owes or she’ll be waking up with a pink unicorn head in her bed…
- perfect, don’t you just love a lazy sunday, topped off with roast dinner.
- lazy? where do you think this came from? delivef**kinroo? maybe the ‘roast fairy’ took a massive shit on the table?
- put the knife down sue…
- daddy, i’ve written a 10 minute instrumental piece on the recorder exploring my feelings and experiences during lockdown.
- and there it is— the shitty cherry on the shitty cake of a shitty year...
- mummy, did you miss me when i went back to school last week?
- well if you mean ‘do i miss doing all that homeschooling’ then no. but if you mean ‘do i miss spending time with you’ then that’s also no...
- there’s a silent ‘p’ in pterodactyl.
- is there a silent ‘p’ in prick?
- f**k you alan.
- no, f**k you rick.
- calm down lads, we’ve all had an eggnog...
- mummy, today in sex education we learned all about orgasms.
- wow, did they teach you the phrase ‘if you want a job doing properly, then do it yourself’ too?
- oh f**k off lorraine...
ambulance please- yes fairly standard situation. first day of sunshine, drunk too much, got the bin stuck on his head pretending to be a dalek and then fell, jamming his dick in a deckchair…
- sad news sweetie, i’m afraid gerry the gerbil had a fight with next door’s cat and has decided run away.
- well he won’t get far, his back legs are in the bin.
- BRIAN…!