Spinsta as F*ck

Yes, they could be fugitives in their own homes.
On nights when we were drunk me and Rolf had this theory that peoples homes are turned into prison cells. That freedom is an illusion and that we are trying to kid ourselves into believing we are any more free than prison inmates.
Maybe a prison cell is the only real freedom out there?
When we leave our home we all start the process of planning how to return there as fast as possible.
 
You're rich when you pace through your mansion with a golden roman mug in one hand full of wine looking like a danish count out of breath that looks like Jan Mölby.
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...and if you’re stuck with one of these groovy mood mugs instead?
 
On nights when we were drunk me and Rolf had this theory that peoples homes are turned into prison cells. That freedom is an illusion and that we are trying to kid ourselves into believing we are any more free than prison inmates.
Maybe a prison cell is the only real freedom out there?
When we leave our home we all start the process of planning how to return there as fast as possible.

Yes, people's homes are prision cells when streets are being patrolled by criminals looking for their next prey. Just like where I live, homes must have bars everywhere and you must learn to live behind them.
 
Yes, people's homes are prision cells when streets are being patrolled by criminals looking for their next prey. Just like where I live, homes must have bars everywhere and you must learn to live behind them.
Have a Mars bar and feel better!

Have you ever wondered if the fact you and your parents voted for that socialist hell had anything to do with it?

You know, people are allowed to avoid the red screaming ballot paper that is socialism and I even believe they are easily placed in a bin.
 
Have a Mars bar and feel better!

Have you ever wondered if the fact you and your parents voted for that socialist hell had anything to do with it?

You know, people are allowed to avoid the red screaming ballot paper that is socialism and I even believe they are easily placed in a bin.

Morrissey is still in love with Jake who has/d socialist beliefs, so it’s all good. Damon is a poor substitute, seemingly devoid of personality (though Jake was never a looker either...) - that poo pencil mustache of his really needs to go (serves as a ball tickler for his Mozjesty though, so no such luck there). :yum::yum: What a royal mess! :pileofpoop::barf:We can smell the gay...time to come out of the closet now that 60 is here!
 
Have a Mars bar and feel better!

Have you ever wondered if the fact you and your parents voted for that socialist hell had anything to do with it?

You know, people are allowed to avoid the red screaming ballot paper that is socialism and I even believe they are easily placed in a bin.

So, all this is about making an ideological profile of my family and me? Well, why don't you just ask? Ask, Ask...
 
So, all this is about making an ideological profile of my family and me? Well, why don't you just ask? Ask, Ask...
I don't need to ask cause you have stated you are not aristocrat so of course you are socialist like 99% of all stupid south americans who watch Venezuela and still have no clue.
 
Morrissey is still in love with Jake who has/d socialist beliefs, so it’s all good. Damon is a poor substitute, seemingly devoid of personality (though Jake was never a looker either...) - that poo pencil mustache of his really needs to go (serves as a ball tickler for his Mozjesty though, so no such luck there). :yum::yum: What a royal mess! :pileofpoop::barf:We can smell the gay...time to come out of the closet now that 60 is here!
Your number is 43 and the waiting time is 11 hours and 32 minutes.
 
This is cute...,

but I don’t believe for a minute he lets his cat lounge on the piano like that whenever he pleases. I can only imagine the horror of trying to pick a hairball out of the keys.
 
This one is great, too


Lol! I had an asshole cat! His name was Loki and if I didn’t get up and feed him when he wanted on weekend mornings, he’d jump up on the dresser and do the same thing. He’d give me a hard look and then bat something off. Stare down again to let me know he meant business. Then something else would be knocked off. And in it went till I got out of bed.
 
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