Years ago my Uncle Derrick said “Facebook can go and fuck itself with a rag mans trumpet.”
For years he searched for a rag mans trumpet with which Facebook could go and fuck itself.
Once upon a time in Peckham a trumpet sound sounded up a back street.
A backstreet full of bastard back street builders.
Sure enough passing the bullshit outside the bastard back street builders emerged a rag man, a rag man blowing his trumpet.
At last thought my Uncle Derrick, a trumpet with which to finally fuck Facebook.
He did the deal and took possession and planned to leave Peckham and finally fuck Facebook the next day.
I know what your going to say….
“Did he fuck the fucking bastard back street builders on the way?”