While on a job yesterday I spied one of these things hanging on the wall of the garden room.

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.”

How profound. It sounds like the kind of gooey bullshit you would hear at the end of Oprah. I bet some poor cunt with asthma is thinking “I’ve hit the fucking jackpot!”. You can see them on TV too, maybe a ‘Love lives here’ or the classic ‘Home sweet home’ just before someone gets bludgeoned with an Eiffel Tower snow globe or the husband tells his wife he has been shagging the Dutch nanny.

God knows what the tiddleywinks who undoubtedly make all this rubbish think.
Family is family I suppose.

If you want to put a piece of over-sentimental chintzy shit on the wall, buy a Banksy but you will still look like a wanker.

Nominated by Liberal Liquidator.