cursey words are in the mind, sir and britisisms none the less some sense and missense and nonesense the best sense is none for me today when your skanky wanker scratches his bollocks and when your filtheeeeeeeeeee strumpet struts her cummy stuff on the round-a-bout corner tell your god-sent queen to eat her fucking cake annnnnnnnnnddddddddddddddd when your skanky cake scratches his filtheeeeeeeeee strumpet and when your cummy stuff struts her bollocks on the god-sent corner tell your round-a-bout queen to eat her fucking wanker annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddd when your tight waisted friend is dragged through the rue and your loose-lipped worshippers forget their impending fate be not suprised to find your head chopped from your blashphemous spewings loppu