Eraser

I've got an eraser on my desk in front of me that I got for free from an online company which came  with a shipment that I bought off them; it has got the name of the company's website on it; the web address is a penis insertion; the company is trying to insert this web address in your mind and get you to go to this website; this is a hypnotic trick, to show you a penis, to get you to do their bidding.  The eraser is also of a small and convenient size; the idea is to share it with someone else, either to give it away or just as to show it to family and friends.


In a football championship, the aim is to 'win the cup'; that is, to 'win' the ball; the winner of the cup holds the 'cup' alight; the winning team then have 'got the ball', while the 'losing team' is emasculated, 1-0 indeed.

People ask me quite often 'All Right?'; what this means is are you 'all prick'; if you are not 'All Right' then you are a failure in this 'society';  I usually say 'All Right' back, yes, I'm 'all prick' pal; it used to bother me but no more; people who say 'All Right?' have no inkling of your mental problems and no real wish to hear the truth, so I just 'All Right' them back.

My father told me this when I was 35 years old: 'Your life is half over'; what this means is that the shit is half way out; when I was younger he used to enjoy watch the shit coming out of my arse;  he measures everything in terms of 'shit'.  He thinks that he was talking about my life, but in reality he was talking about shit coming out of my arse, that the shit was half way out.