End of the world eh?
I think not.
How daft are all these holy willies going to be feeling today. Sheepish. They have shagged their neighbours, spat bile at their hated enemies and shot their pets. Only to wake up this morning and oh yeh…. it’s business as usual.
‘Don’t darling me you neighbour shagging, pet shooting, enemy spitting pillock.
I am off to the pub.’