Someone at work stole my monkey. not a real monkey obviously, it wasnt so much the monkey i was arsed about as it was only a cheap bit of tat, it was knowing that someone I worked with could actually be that petty and could actually steal something from me. If it was a joke, and turned up and I originally thought, then I wouldnt have been arsed, but it never did and it was just cheeky ****ing bastard, stop being a stingy little wanker and go buy your own 2 pounds and 99 pence worth of monkey.
On a more serious note, I got broke into once years ago. And my mum and boyfriend have both been broken into recently. It angers me ****ing greatly. I couldn't give a rats arse about the 'human rights' of scum like that, chop their ****ign fingers off, they all reoffend anyway. go get a ****ing job and earn your own ****ing money to fund your disgusting habits. Or rob from your own friends and family.
Il go and steal your stash see how you like it ):<
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