load up yor torlly
yeah, load it up, right, full to the top brim like, yeah. Fill that fucker up, right passed overflowing, yeah. Fill it up with, like, cheese, and like, milk, and like, frozen chickens, and like Tesco value confit of duck and shit, and then when there's queues galore, like, just leave that shiting trolley at the checkout area and just fucking leave.
Repeat, yeah, until Tescos, the fuckers, are bankrupt.
Beers all round.
( Sextant goes to him is emotionally erect, on this day, Sun 24 Oct 2010, 11:14, Reply)