If a woman, to me, ever says anything again about leaving toilet seats up here is my plan of action:
-I shall leave the toilet seat down, and then piss over it
-Backing out the bathroom door I shall continue to piss down the stairs
-If she has a cat, I shall hold its itty bitty kitty nose and piss in its mouth until it streams out its ears
-If she has a goldfish, I shall go in the garden and get a hosepipe and feed it into my mouth and keep pissing in the fishtank until the fish goes upside down.
-I shall then piss in the washing machine
-If I have any piss left I shall piss the words I HATE YOU in the scorched scratty tarmac outside her bedroom window
I simply have no time for reconciling MIDDLE CLASS PRETENSIONS ABOUT WHETHER THE TOILET SEAT IS UP NOR DOWN
-I shall leave the toilet seat down, and then piss over it
-Backing out the bathroom door I shall continue to piss down the stairs
-If she has a cat, I shall hold its itty bitty kitty nose and piss in its mouth until it streams out its ears
-If she has a goldfish, I shall go in the garden and get a hosepipe and feed it into my mouth and keep pissing in the fishtank until the fish goes upside down.
-I shall then piss in the washing machine
-If I have any piss left I shall piss the words I HATE YOU in the scorched scratty tarmac outside her bedroom window
I simply have no time for reconciling MIDDLE CLASS PRETENSIONS ABOUT WHETHER THE TOILET SEAT IS UP NOR DOWN