Monday, 1 September 2014

Twats & Hats...

It's deffo the hat.

The hat that inspires twats to be like that

Now, you know the trouble I used to get into down The WhatACunt whenever I wore a hat.

Hassle hassle hassle off fighty gayboy chavscum wanting to duff me up.

Well, on Sat, one of my compadrés wore a hat similar to mine, The big black hat with the phenomenally huge plumage with the skeletal centerpiece and gogglery.

And he recieved a summary punch to the gob.

One can only assume that the pissed up pugilist mistook my erstwhile compatriot for me, and tried to give him a kicking, under the misapprehension that he was me, and was after me for a previous millinery-based altercation in the past.

Or it could be that the cranial adorned one took the wanker to task for waving his wang about and widdling under a street light, like a micturating faun by the Narnian gateway to Spare-Oom. An illuminated plonker proudly presenting his pissing penis to the passing public, and took exception to someone requesting the cessation of this cesspitiful display of public pubic indencency.

But I do rather expect that my friend "took one for the team" and recieved the blow due to mistaken identity due to hattage, for many people thought he was me, and were most disappointed not to find me below my unmistakeable hat, seemingly no longer unmistakeable.