is that there's one thing that really pisses me off, other than dickheads using their fog lights in the rain (they're f**king for fog you c**ts, they don't call them rain lights, or oooh, there's a bit of light mist on that tree, in that field, half a mile away lights...).
When these religious nut jobs die, expecting white light, pearly gates, virgins waiting, or even reincarnation as a newt, or whatever their particular brand of un-provable mumbo jumbery promises them in the afterlife as long as they accept **** in this one, I am robbed of the joy of imagining the look on their face when they find out there's nothing but nothingness, there's not even a whiff of 'what..? I put up with working in a Gap sweatshop and giving blow jobs for rent, supporting Spurs and there's nothing!!!
because they're just dead!
It's all wrong, there should be something, a brief moment before the nothing when they get to realise that it is just nothing and all the kneeling, bowing, scraping, warring, not whoring, and generally being a righteous smug c**t was all a complete waste of their life.