I promised Shane I'd give him a prod with me beef bayonet if he knocked that lanky **** out. With an offer like that the fight could only have one outcome.
Those betting against Shane were actually betting against my trousersnake. Bad ****ing move.
Aye, thems the breaks mate. At least I've got a gram left from last night
On another point, I met a Yank last night who claimed to be an arms dealer!! Hahahaa, what a tool. was throwing his money round like a right flash ****.
Me mate popped a pube in his champers tho, so justice was served for him being an American.
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