So bored...

I could vomit. What the fuck ELSE is there to do on a rainy bank holiday Monday than sit and gaze at pictures of rodeo clowns, wondering where it all went wrong.

Clearly it's all coming up roses for fucking Thumbs McGee here, but what about the rest of us?

Some of us have to get by on the chump change earned by keeping abnormally bedazzled ladies in Perspex cages. I'm not saying it's right, but it's a fucking living.

Whatever, it's how I was raised. It's in my blood. At least I'M not the one riding the disgustingly phallic balloon animal below:

Seriously, how nast-eeeeee is this?