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The only thing Craig ever gave me that meant anything was bacterial vaginosis, but I kept that to myself.
Surprisingly, the corks were still in the bottles so there was no danger of us being Rohipped and dragged to the nearest Premier Inn for a semi-conscious rape-fest.
‘Aaaaaaarrrgghhh! Aaaaarrrrrrgghh!’ he went, splashing around like a child at its first swimming class.
Hi ho, hi ho, it’s back to my shitty job I go.
Outwardly, I shy-giggled like a twat. Inwardly, I was calling him a chinless fucktard and picturing him waking up in bed, screaming to the sight of his severed bollocks in a jar.
some politician with no arms or legs who walked across Canada.
It should be my castle and each one of their fat heads should be on long spikes outside the front gates, so every morning I can look up at their slack-jawed faces and fucking laugh.
All the way to the quarry Beatz FM played the best of Prince so I had a good old sing-along.
Her vagina must look like a lasagne dropped from a department store roof.
It’s so frustrating! Am I fundamentally un-rapeable? I’m not that fat.
It was the most enjoyable day I’d had at work since the day Ron caught his foot in Claudia’s handbag and headbutted his office door open.
