Sir Bob Douche Bag ....
I saw you last Friday slinking around Sydney Domestic Airport.
I walk past you & smiled, you replied with that Douche Bag Frown & then I proceeded to point & Laugh… You didn’t like that Sir Bob Douche Bag….
Oh No…. Degrading a Knight… What To Do… What To Do…
Sir Bob Douche Bag why don’t you just curl up & die, at least then the World wouldn’t have to put up with your lies & outrages premonitions, musician my ASS… Your Just a Plastic Poster Boy for the Baby Boomers Generation.. False Helping Hand Prophet..
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA… I laughed at you & you cried….
