YOU think you like the internet, but you don’t. It’s actually bad. I went on there once and saw not just one cock, but loads of cocks. That’s why I’m getting rid of it.
Yes, there are good sites on there like MailOnline, a shining beacon of truth rightly held up as the 21st century’s greatest achievement. But that only makes the darker corners worse.
I’m not kidding about the cocks. There’s tons of them. Just type ‘cocks’ and you’ll be deluged with big, hard cocks from every direction. I was absolutely horrified.
Really, what do you like about the internet? Netflix? That’s telly. News? That’s telly and the papers. Shopping? We’ve got high streets for that. Porn? Well that’s just cocks again, isn’t it?
So many cocks. Honestly you could book a day off work to see every cock on the internet and you still wouldn’t be finished.
‘What about Twitter?’ I was asked. ‘You like that, don’t you Nadine? You once threatened to nail a journalist’s testicles to the floor with his own front teeth on Twitter. You’d miss that.’
Indeed I would. But what idiots forget is things like Twitter, Liz Truss’s Instagram, Facebook, WhatsApp and email aren’t on the internet. They’re on your phone.
After a while all I could see was cocks. I went on Google and I swear the Google logo was made out of cocks. I complained but they said I was ‘hallucinating’.
That’s why the internet’s going. You won’t miss it. I cut through our street’s broadband cable at 3.30am last night, my mind swimming in cocks. Thank God they’ve finally started to clear.