I did a job for him (or Chris Sievey) for the Fire ServiceHe never paid. I took it to court, and won. He sent me two scrawled handwritten cheques for about £10 each, and that was the last of it. I couldn't be arsed.
Oh, and the inside of his stupid paper mache head stank like Satan's arsehole.
(Oh, and the inside of his stupid paper mache head stank like Satan's arsehole.
Pew Pew Pew! Lasers! wannabe Gong Farmer,
Mon 13 Jul 2009, 23:16,
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