Thursday, 18 December 2014
Merry Christmas to my fellow archealoologists!
Especially, you Donna Yates.
And of course, a happy New year...
...Unless you're a Metal Detectorist. You can stay out in the cold, whilst I quaf Mince pies, rubbing myself with French odour that Mrs Barford will no doubt buy me again. Along with socks and pants that have a picture of metal detecting with a big cross through it. I love them.
Stay out there in the cold, like the disgusting creatures you are. There will be NO festive cheer for you sad, pathetic losers. How dare you!
Take a good look at this behavior! It's people like these who are a burden on the taxpayers pocket. Not that I pay tax. That's why I moved to Poland. Why should I pay tax!? I'm rich! Tax is for the underclass. Stay out there in the cold, in the swill like the pigs you are!
Next year...will be my year. THIS will be the year that archahahly man will serve his justice. THIS will be the year that I finally pass that archaelelogy degree! THIS will be the year that I destroy the PAS and metal detecting once and for all.
Pass me a towel, Nigel. I'm getting rather moist.