With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face.

I fucking love the Arctic Monkeys. Now that I've gotten that off my chest. .

Tell ya what i fookin' hate? When people insist on an absolute absence of any form of punctuation in their written communications. That is, of course, with the exception of 4,000 exclamation marks after "lol". What're you trying to emphasise? Shut up. Read things. Learn.

I wish I was shit at my job. Then these 12 to 9:30 days would be a thing of the past. Wishful thinking to the maxxxx.

"On April 5th, 1984,
The London Palladium was the scene of Tommy's show once more.
It was a full house and he had the crowd eating out of his hand,
Everything, as usual, seemed completely unplanned.
And in what seemed like a finale, Tommy dropped to the floor,
Causing the room to erupt into laughter and applause.
The curtain closed, lights went up and there was no encore,
Everybody left their seats and headed for the door.
Unbeknownst to them, they had witness Tommy Cooper's death.
He had given his all until he had nothing left.
Now please note, that at the moment that this entertainer died,
Even with a room full of people not one tear was cried.
Much less, they rose to their feet as they laughed and clapped,
Now tell me one fucking thing that's more beautiful than that."