Yes, well, that's the sort of blinkered, philistine pig ignorance I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss for the struggling artist. You excrement! You whining, hypocritical toadie.
“Oh, *pppppt* the abattoir.”
“Well I wouldn’t become a Muslim now if you went down on your lousy stinking knees and begged me.”
LOLOL!!! πππ
I’ve accidentally stumbled into The Abuse Office!!! π