You are not the fucking sun.
You are not your fucking trainers. You do not really like dubstep. You are not from fucking Bristol. You keep an eye on petrol prices and pick up your children bang on at 3.30pm before taking them to the local swimming pool. You ruin other people’s fucking fun.
It all goes so well until the vocals kick in. If you’re in your right mind, hold out and hope for a dub. If you are not, you’re late for school.
November 27th, 2009 at 9:01 pm
issues much?