Last night

After a simple but enjoyable meal I sat down to watch Margaret Lockwood in Highly Dangerous. It was so bad that it was good. The music was hilarious, like the stuff they used to play to chase scenes in the silent films. The story was one cliche after another. Unforgettable!
Twenty to eight last night and they were cunts. First of all was little cunt running around and shouting. Then it was Mr cunt shouting, then little cunt shouting louder, then Mr cunt shouting louder than that, and so on. It ended up with little cunt shouting and shouting, and each time it shouted Mr and Mrs cunt laughed their heads off. I decided I'd had enough and turned in at a quarter past eight.