Mood:  incredulous

What is it with you c*nts? I tell you a slight lie and actually spend my weekend bombing nuclear power plants in remote parts of Syria, and when I get back what do I find? All you bastards are being really good at returning your shopping trolleys at Tescos so I'm not making any extra shekels to help Mossad pay for a new Internet connection.  As a result I've volunteered to go and sort out Gaza for the Israeli government. Why the f*ck the government have got a problem with him I have no idea, to me he's just a fat geordie bastard, but a job's a job and with such a slow moving target, a head shot is a piece of cake.

So once again, I'll be busy this weekend and you won't hear from me. The good news is that if I get Gaza sorted I'll earn enough dinaris to get my connection back again, and won't have to break into the head porters office and use his computer, and things can return to normal.

As for you w*nkers returning your trolleys back to the right place at Tesco...f*ck you...I'm off to Safeways when I get back...better class of shopper there and lazier too, probably be able to afford new bike clips after a night there.

 Shalom