The Worst Album Covers I Found Online As I Couldn’t Be Bothered To Get Out Of Bed. Part 3

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Another day, another slice of laziness. In my defence, it’s raining and I sexually identify as a Mogwai.

Who selected boss-eyed Jimmy? If I’ve learnt anything from 80s comedy films, it’s that being kicked by a mule can correct broken children.
“… THAT’S THE RAPIST!”
After the laughter fades, there’s only crying in the shower and having to confess to your mother.
Los Wankas: Featuring The Exotic Tony
Track 10 is 3 minutes of Alan Partridge shouting “JURASSIC PARK!” to some filthy Speed Garage
In space no one can hear your boots
…and she ate it with a wooden spoon. Dirty. Fucking. Bitch.
Well, it’s been fucking Third World countries for centuries
If you stared at that cover and his eyes slowly turned to look at you, what level of shit do you think you’d process? I think I could fill a wellington boot.
This is why I don’t eat cheese before bed anymore. Not on top of all that LSD.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore. I’ve met someone. He does me so good that I feel like sausage skin”.
Track 1 – 17:01 (Still No Sandwich Megamix)
I wish his name was ‘Roger Tears’.
Elmer Fudpucker is now my Xbox name. I like that he’s Elmer Fudpucker Sr. That means there’s a little Elmer Fudpucker out there. I’m gonna find him on Facebook and tell him his Dad looks like he makes Chloroform in a bath.
Watched a film called something like this in my teens. It wasn’t about female liberation. Some were willingly restricted actually. They seemed to be ok with it.
Mr Nonce.
Spaghetti ‘Coops’. I’m not proud of that gag. I also don’t think I’ve slept enough
That’s someone’s son that is. I bet his parents are glad they’re dead.

None of the thoughts contained in this have been mine. All have been from last night’s cider, and the incessant mumblings of my dog.

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