Jacko Fiddlybits

Jesus on a barbecue grill, thank fuck the Sixties are over, eh? No more smelly, dirty disease ridden hippies with the I.Q of stale monkey shit to plague us with “Oh, love, peace, drugs, groovy, drop out, free your mind” bullshit. Well I’ve just freed my fucking bowels, cos they’re still fucking here! Christ, I thought the cops had killed you pathetic retard freeloaders. Why are drugs illegal? If the crab infested hippies want them so much, give them to the useless crusty fuckheads! Shovel them down their throats, give it to them in suppositories the size of JCBs, we’ll soon be rid of the whinging dole drawing waster cunts, and solve the drug problem at the same time. The hippies we have these days are even worse than the jokes that were dragging their festering fucked maggot carcasses around in the spewing Sixties. At least the Sixties hippies believed in the shit that they preached. Thick as bottled shite they might have been, but at least they were sincere. Today’s dipshit in rags and stinking fuckarse bellbottoms are part timers, preaching love and peace and freedom and save the environment before heading back to mammy and daddy for free room and board and support through tossers college. You wankers! You’ve all got the spine of a fucked jellyfish and the principles of a paedophile priest! If I see any of you lettuce munching, passive shitfucks in my line of sight, I’ll shove your new mobile phone so far up your wart covered arse you’ll be getting satellite signals in your fillings for the rest of your life, and then I’ll stuff you into the nearest available trash compactor. How’s that for free love? By the way, free love gives you STD’s. In conclusion,

up your mothers dead arse.