Fucking bitch

Oh look that title is written in nice and sophisticated language.

Well yeah that happens when you live at your mum's house and her posh bitch friend is visiting and staying the weekend, oh wait for the best part. The bitch as I'll call her from now on (posh bitch felt too long to write every time) is not just staying here for a couple of days criticizing every single thing I do or don't do, the way I dress, the way I talk, the way I eat my fucking pizza is apparently wrong, I thought that wouldn't be a problem since as I mentioned she's a posh bitch meaning she does probably not ever eat pizza and I mean give me a break, I just bought a fucking pizza surely I'm the one who decides how the fuck I'll eat it. But yeah back to the point not only is she staying over the weekend but her little spoiled brats of kids. Let me say it like this, her older kid the boy he owns a cellphone just like lot of 14/15 year olds, but well his cellphone is more expensive than my car. Oh and wait the little prick behaves like a fucking cock, not only is he annoying as fuck but he just has to get your attention constantly. Her younger one, some tiny spoiled girl, which is heading the same way in becoming a douche just like her cock of a brother, I don't mind though as she leaves me alone most of the time.

So let's sum it up.

Bitch = annoying posh cunt who owns 2 kids.

Bitch's boy = annoying little brat who gets everything he wants and is constantly getting in my way just to annoy me a little more

Bitch's girl = annoying little brat who is the least annoying of them as she stays out of my way.

Since I play rugby I was watching a DVD with a match from the Tri-Nations Cup just to watch and learn you know, and well clearly that was wrong to watch rugby as rugby is apparently just a sport for dumb steroid monsters who do nothing but to fight all the time. Oh I'm sorry ma'm, I'll just go back to watching golf now...

I was going out yesterday night in well my typical outfit, jeans with hole in them, a band shirt(in this case mötley crüe) and well I had a mötley hoodie on too as it wasn't too hot. The bitch who just happened to see me as I was going out, obviously made a lot of comments on me going out dressed like "this". Clearly I should be dressed in a fucking tuxedo at all times... oh wait I just forgot since I'm not a little spoiled brat, or married to someone who's rich I can't afford a tuxedo. And well even if I did I'd never buy one as I feel really bad in tuxedo's.

Not to mention listening to metal is bad. Metal is just for alcoholics and drug users. Clearly I'll be ODing on heroin soon or drowning in my own vomit or something since I listen to metal, not that she said heroin, I doubt she knows what any drug types are called as they don't really exist in more words than just drugs in her little 'I'm a rich bitch" world.

She even made fun of my car, I mean come on. I'm 18, I don't have a job and am going to school. How the fuck am I meant to be able to own a fancy car when I hardly earn enough money to keep my car running(just thinking of petrol then, not including repairs or shit like that as well I can't really afford repairing my car, and I know there is fair share of things that I should get repaired once I can afford and I will but that will have to wait as I rather eat than spend money on my car which I can wait with spending anyways).

Now off to her little cunt of a boy. As I said he constantly tries to get my attention, compares all my shit to his fancy stuff which his mum and dad have given him etc. But well one thing has pissed me more off than anything about these rich cunts, and that's when the boy decided to start dissing the whole metal genre. I was listening to Amon Amarth I think it was when he told me that whatever I was listening to was shite and that metal was just for fags. Well that pissing me off, I still didn't lose my cool as I ain't fucking letting those people drag me further down by punching the living crap out of them, I just asked the fucker what he listened to then. The fucker said he listened to techno... Well sure I might not be completely neutral on music matters but if you're dissing metal you sure as fuck should consider listening to something better than techno first. And well knowing just a tiny bit about music before dissing it would be nice to.

Now I'd write something about the little girl but thankfully she's stayed out of my way most of the time. I think she might be afraid of me for some reason. Which I'm not sure why as I don't look dangerous I think. Well I've got a black eye at the moment from a rugby training the other night. And obviously I wear jeans with hole in them and curse every now and then. Well anyways she stays out of my way therefore she is the one I like the most even if I dislike them all.

Oh wait no, I like the bitch's husband best as he didn't even bother coming! I guess he's too fancy for us.

Sorry bout all the bitching but I just had to get some of this out of my system. Well of course I'm gonna put a song in the end.

I really find this appropriate to the text. Eat The Rich by Motörhead off the Rock N Roll album. Great song by a great band!