There is no such thing as Spastic's Society
By TrueBluElectrcBlu

January the 1st - 1982

9am - Wake, Snort, Panic, back to sleep.

10am - Nice surprise, I awake with a stiffy.

10.10 - Tug and tug, but nothing happens.

10.15 - Frantically search for old loo roll. Grease it up. Relief.

10.20 - Nap

11.00 - Skip the 11am wank, due to earlier unforseen appointment. It was only pencilled in.

12.00 - TV, BBC, Thatchers moaning.

12.20 - Give in and mentally undress Maggie T. Soon I'm her Iron Man.

12.40- Rest after a furious wank. Accidentally pulled the curtain down in the moment. Must fix later.

14.00 - Pub opens, drinkies.

16.00 - kicked out. Walk home, see a dead rat. Maggots everywhere

16.10 - Masturabate rythmically onto rat. Maggots bathe in their bubble bath.

18.00 - wake up, been passed out for hours.

20.00 - Attach tie to door then to neck, attempt to climax. Need something else. Risky without a spotter. Must phone Nigel.

21.00 - Division bell rings. Three line whip, rush to parliament.

23.00 - Quick wank in committee room, behind the door. Bit left on hand

23.10 - Wipe in Widdies hair.

23.50 - Valium- nothingness.

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