My dad was an evil fcuker, he and mum used to go out on saturday night and get totally bluttered then come home with some crisps and allow us to stay up and watch those Hammer House movies, the Mummy he was pants, Frankenstein just looked like one of my cousins but that cnut Dracular used to scare the fcuking shite out of me, to make matters worse after me and my young Bro had cleaned the cack out of our pants and gone to bed my fcuking evil father would creep upstairs open the landing window lean out with a broom and tap it on our bedroom window, clean cack out of pants again. I grew out of this joined the pusser and loved the old movies in the dining room at sea on the Cherry B - then fcuk me Exorcist came along and the demons returned I had to run past churches, turned down wedding and christenings because I was shit scared my head would start spinning round and I would start shouting " Your mother licks cunts" thereby thoroughly embarrasing myself and not be able to shag any of the bints attending the reception. And I fcuking hate clowns they are scary fcukers, never ever would I sit on one of them cunts knees and ask for chrimbo pressies, then out comes Stephen Kings "IT". Cack cack and more cack. Am I a whimp or do us real men sometimes shit ourselves over fcuk all???