To be honest I believe there needs to be an amount of censorship in the world otherwise everything would fall apart.

Like the bricks in a house are covered up by wallpaper (censorship being the wallpaper), but yeh sometimes an ugly pointless poster is put up over the wallpaper and doesn't go with the décor. Then a designer comes round and looks at it and says that it's hideous and that you should pull it down but you can't because it's stuck there with a mix of superglue and spiderman's web jizz. So you play some shockingly contraversial jazz scat metal fusion, on your cd player (as a distraction) and tell the designer that you bought it from the local Virgin Megastore, to which they reply (to your astonishment) that it has been bought by a new company and they renamed it to Zavvi, but it has now closed down to the credit crunch which has disrupted their present buying, so now they have to go to HMV! You propose that they take a ride with you in your expensive limousine down to the local supermarket and see the bombs they have on sale ("wait till they find out that they're sugar bombs!!" you think "ha ha haha ha ha hhh a") So you step outside and get into your new bulletproof limo, which nothing can penetrate, and turn on the radio and it automatically goes to the previous station you were on, which seems to be sexxxytimefm and moans protrude from the speakers. You quickly change the channel chuckling to yourself in a worried way saying "Stupid pirate radio stations....yeeeeh" and it flicks to Right Said Fred - Too Sexy. "Ahhh", you think to yourself, "how relaxing" and lyback in the seat as your chauffeur drives you the the supermarket next door to your house. You and the designer walk inside to the magazine section and see a porno mag on the bottom shelf next to the childrens comics. "Thank lord that there's no such thing as censorship eh?" You say to the designer as you pick up a copy of 'Fuck Me, I'm a tin of beans, ooooo' and think to yourself "Got to love the beans....mmmmmmm.....beans.....in ma belly....mmmmmm.....in a bath......". You buy the mag and walk outside and around the corner into the childrens play park where you see to 10 years olds drinking alcohol and being drunkarish on the swings, because they saw a film where the actor said the best thing evar is to drink. You carry on to an alley where you see a dog eating it's own spoon. Then you go home and lie on your bed at your mouldy ceiling, and you fart really loud and the neighbours laugh because someone is being beaten up on youtube, and you turn on the tv and they're killing someone on live tv. "Booooring" you say and roll over and go to sleep. Blah simc skakkgooe dadsfl.