Or, more
importantly, the way some people use it.
“I feel epic,”
is now a staple of the twats’ vernacular.
And why do
you feel “epic”? Is it because you just took a selfie of your latest vajazzle,
or because you found a shop that sells baseball caps with visors on the back so
you don’t have to turn a normal one around?
Four teenagers
walked past our house at the weekend, talking loudly about masturbation.
“I did it
three times yesterday,” one of them yelled with great pride.
“Epic,”
replied his mate.
I’m surprised
any of them can find the time for a date with Rosie Palm and her five sisters,
what with all the Call of Warcraft, or whatever it’s called, that needs to be
played.
The worrying
thing is that some of these morons could one day end up running things.
We should
enjoy the time we still have before one of these dipshits passes a law making
text speak the official language of this country, from a Parliament that is
just like a Greggs megastore.
Oh, and I’m fully
expecting people to comment on this post, claiming it’s “epic”. None of you are
funny.
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