I was walking down the Lagan tow-path today with Battle Cat when I came across more writing on the ground. It was a note pad which said Property of O_________ McA________ celebrity columnist! On it.
It was full of scrawlings about how much she wish she had been a fuck flap with a wine bottle while on TV instead of the other burd (her words not mine). there was a bit X through the scrawl and a cheeky reminder saying "don't write while cunted up on red wine".
I let Battle Cat pish on it then I kicked it into the Lagan. I took aim at the malards because they bully the smaller ducks. Motherfuckers.
