Why does my terrorist look like Father Christmas? Oh well.
Ahahaha, none of your bombs went off. And even more amusingly, it seems the only person injured was ONE OF THE TERRORISTS when his shitty bomb failed to go off properly. CAN WE SAY RINSED?
RINSED!
What kind of dipshit do you have to be to fuck up a suicide bombing? I mean, come on, all you do is walk into a BUS and press a BUTTON. And, if you ask my grandfather, you have to be called Akbar. That's IT. Of course, this may just be a diversion for the massive biological bomb that's about to go off in the other corner of London. But we don't like to think about such things. But don't worry, people, we'll be able to survive as a country. Well, I will, I don't live in central London. Screw the rest of you.
HOLY SHIT... THE PRIME MINISTER HAS CANCELLED HIS APPOINTMENT TO VISIT A PRIMARY SCHOOL! I REPEAT: THE PM HAS CANCELLED HIS APPOINTMENT TO VISIT A PRIMARY SCHOOL. Damnit. Somewhere, there's a terrorist cackling insanely at the successful outcome of his plan. "Mahahaha! The primary schools now have to re-shuffle their timetables and find something else for their students to do." Damnit, the terrorists are winning.
And golly, a woman on BBC1 said the F word. This isn't the sort of thing we want to hear. I have a good mind to complain.
They haven't even closed down the tube network. Man oh man. And the award for the crappiest terrorist attack ever goes to: These guys. Ah, I'm officially amused.
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