JOHN AND EDWARD .

Listen . I'm Sure Your Lovely Boys But The X-Factor

IS NOT FOR YOU .

Normally I'd Be Witty, Charming And Funny All That Gay Crap .

But I Actually Can't Do It .

I Can No Longer Give You Blogtime .

Every Week You Mock The Lives Of Millions That Watch X-Factor .

Soon Your Mum Will Have To Go Into Hiding .

Man Like You Wore Red PVC Suits .

And You Edward John/John Edward Which Ever One Had

Thee Cheek . . .

Thee Audacity To Do THE MICHAEL JACKSON KICK .

THE FUCKING MICHAEL JACKSON LIL' LEG FLICK .

Michael Maybe Dead, But He Is SCREWIN' . SCREEEEEEEEEWIN' .

Oh My Fucking Life .

Oh . Oh Then . You Did That Holding Hands Incestrial Britney Shit :

'Oh My God You Dropped This Yesterday, So I Picked It Up And Swore I'd Give It To You .'

ALLOW IT .

Britney Has Probably Seen Your Prick Of A Performance And As I Blog Is Shaving Her Head Again And Selling All Rights To That Song On Ebay Because You Twins :

FUCKED IT UP/DEADDED IT NICELY .

Anyway . Enough . Dead And Gone . No More Blog Time . This Was Requested .

I've Done It .

No More Talk Of John And Edwards . No More Talk Of Twins .

OUT .