Don't answer that - I don't give a flying fuck, really. MFC can tickle my testicles with its tonsils; it's the most corrupt place in all of Christendom.
I'm starving hungry. All I have is chocolate and yogurht. Yoghurt. Yoguhrt... It's NOT Yogurt. HA - Yogurt. What a funny word.
I'm going to go back to watching Nashville for an hour.
In the meantime, I need you to meet me in ten minutes behind Sainsbury's with a rifle, a large packet of pistachios and a dildo shaped like a bass guitar.
See you there.
I suspect that you might be becoming delirious with the hunger.
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