We, the boy Scouts of Great Britain (and possibly Northern Ireland as well, I'm not sure) hereby express our dissatisfaction with being drugged and bum-raped by that bloody Cracktown on a regular basis. Bob a job week has become an event of sheer terror in the boy scout calendar, when we can look forward to little more than being bummed senseless by the loathsome pair of scout botherers as they lurk behind seemingly innocuous suburban facades. Be prepared? Nothing could have prepared me for that. Its bloody 'Orrible, I tells ya...
