Empty bars in the afternoon
By means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways
 [90] Child actorsMay 14th, 2001 – 8:16pm Posted in  Bad Things 
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Aren’t they all little bastards? I can’t bloody stand the smarmy sods. Especially American ones, the little gits that all seem to look identical and all have that offensive pudding-bowl haircut (and they’ve got to wear cute check shirts and baggy pants, and be good at not understanding why adults have problems). They send me mental; I just want to punch their stupid faces in. Hard. Really hard.
