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Is It Just Me?

Or have you two leggeds also had enough of  this pissing bastard rain? I've got four fucking feet to get wet, so I'm twice as pissed off with the whole sorry bastard pissed wet through situation than you are. I blame Cameron & Clegg. Not so much a pair of wet lettuces as a couple of pissed wet through lettuces. We all fucking knew what was bastard coming the second we were declared to be in an official drought didn't we? Run the country? They couldn't run a pissing raffle them two. Not that I'm a fan of Millibands either, I'd rather gnaw off me own paw than have that shallow bastard in charge. I didn't vote any of them in so I don't see why I should have to put up with it. Spain may be in the shit, fair play to them, but at least they don't have to put up with it coming down like fucking stair rods for a month do they? Oh no, they can have a nice siesta in the sun whilst they're waiting for the dole cheque to come can't they. We haven't seen the bastard sun for weeks round here. I can't even go outside for a piss or a shit as the back garden is under three feet of water, so I'm having to "camel it" as they say. There's a terrier piss and shit tsunami coming once this lot eases off I'm telling you. Back to me bean bag I suppose, there's balls all else to do.

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