Admission time. I hate text-speak. Fucking hate it. You can jam your LOL up your arse. It’s either the first sign of the apocalypse or the first sign of me being one of those old men who shouts at young bastards to get of my damn lawn, but seriously, just learn to damn well spell and spend the extra half a second writing your bloody message bloody properly.

And get off my damn lawn!

Anyway. Moses. Commandments. Text-speak. LOL.