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So I’m not one of those people who likes sucking their thumb. I don’t wear a nappy. I don’t eat rusks. I don’t piss myself.
I’m not immature in the slightest. I don’t go to playschool. I don’t crawl around on all fours farting. I don’t drink milk from women’s tits. I don’t have a pacifier. I don’t wander around naked. I don’t eat earthworms. I am in control of when I shit.
Basically, all of the above means that obviously, I haven’t seen Eli Roth’s 2002 shit-seam of a horror movie Cabin Fever. However (with a capital fucking H) –
Actually, sod it. That’s reminded me – if anyone fucking says ‘haych’ in front of me again, I’ll go apeshit. HAYCH. What the hell is HAYCH?
“I’m trying to look up Wishmaster on the internet – how do you spell it?”
“w, i, s, HAYTCH, m, a, s, t, e, r”
“WATCH ME PUT MY ARM UP YOUR ARSE YOU FUCKING DUNCE.”
(although of course I know how to spell Wishmaster, but you get the idea.)