The only thing that stops me from creeping up behind the lisping genetic detritus that is Gareth Gates and caving in the back of his skull with a claw hammer then pissing on his corpse is that he would never know who did it, or why they felt such a huge justification for doing so.
As such, it would be no more than a wasted gesture. And not a murder, for surely no jury in the land would convict me (if on the off chance they do, please could any loyal readers (should any exist) please start a campaign to “Free the Fat Edgar One”, cheers).
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