I’ve been working at home today. Wasn’t snowing when it went dark. Two hours later, I look up at the time and decide to go to the shops for food.
It’d obviously been snowing for more than an hour, but I was amazed to find that every shop, petrol station and supermarket in my town has been stripped of every single item and description of bread and milk.
You fucking selfish motherfuckers. All I wanted was a cunting loaf of bread. But no.
Fuck humanity right in the eye-socket.
In retaliation, I bought all the wine. Every bastard bottle. So I may not have bread, but I’m gonna be wankered until June.
Cunts.
AJ
Al Jahom's Final Word 
If you can’t beat ’em…
You could have said you were going to the shops.
I was wanting a pot noodle.
Cunt.
You fucking work as a shelf-stacker you twat – get your fucking own!
You should have used your Loaf and gone out earlier.
Clown, you are a cheeky bastard.
I’m a merchandise placement officer actually!
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