
Blame life. Blame a job. Blame a career.
Blame a family. Blame a f#ing big television, Blame washing machines,
cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Blame
good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Blame
fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Blame a starter home. Blame your
friends. Blame leisure wear and matching luggage. Blame a three piece
suite on hire purchase in a range of f#ing fabrics. Blame DIY and
wondering who the f# you are on a Sunday morning. Blame sitting on
that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing
f#ing junk food into your mouth. Blame rotting away at the end of it
all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an
embarrassment to the selfish, f#ed-up brats you have spawned to
replace yourselves. Blame your future. Blame life