McDick
I was strolling out with my friends around Cardiff of an evening. A couple of pubs, then maybe a club or two. I was looking sharp. Very sharp. Super cool. Expensive threads, nice shoes, a puff of expensive cologne. Nice.

We were reservoir dogsing past the McDonalds at the top of the high street when for some horrible reason, I tripped on my own bastard feet. I went down like a felled ox. Cut my hands, chin, made a thread exposing hole in my best trousers. Worst of all were the cheers from the entire chav filled audience of the fast ‘food’ chain. They also made the ‘wanker’ sign at me.

I felt this tall ‘-‘
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:38, 3 replies)

You should have done the decent thing
And gunned them all down with an uzi.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:41, closed)

alas
I only had a 9 with two clips.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:43, closed)

Bloody amateur.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 11:09, closed)