Harry and Meghan have visited my home town of Melbourne whoopee fucking doo, what a pair of utter cunts. The colonials, alongside having to cough up for this shit are expected to roll u and clap and cheer these fuckers, for what? It’s like inviting someone to dinner and them slapping you with an invoice for an attendance fee.
Did I show up for this pointless anachronistic arse licking fest? Did I fuck, I was doing the the thing that these two work shy show ponies don’t like doing ie work, to boot the taxes I pay, 30% here, up 50% if you have the temerity to be skilled and earn decently, are garnered to be pissed up the wall on rubbish like this ginger knob and his been around the block side piece “gracing” us with their presence. About a million bucks it cost, a million.
Anyway the two of them visited yet another money pit dedicated to the advancement of aboriginals, the very definition of pissing into the wind, swanned around the place for 15 minutes before catching a tram to the beach, and this is expected to give us our jollies, what are they, retarded? Maybe if a down syndrome kid manged to catch a tram without having its foot amputated and walked along the beach without falling in it might be remarkable.
A high point: one small boy grabbed ginger’s nasty little beard, ooh cute as fuck, the wee prick is lucky it wasn’t a hundred years ago it would have been bludgeoned to the ground and been the the recipient of a good hard rogering with a large blunt object. But you get the point a modern, relatable PR friendly face being given to the royals designed to ensure they continue to be the recipients of our largesse for all time and we fall for it again, cunts.
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