this c**t tonight had me at the end of my tether
sitting in some pub in west derby, and some fucking (excuse my language) cockney smarmy twat (no offence chaps) who's head was so far up his own arse with his business idea i just wanted to chin him to shut him the fuck up talking about himself
his idea is to introduce something called a bread debit card into the north west, it's a long story but hte way he put it across to me was it's for the peasants, well that's it, i hit the fucking roof, to cut a long story short i called him a cunt, and his mate turned round and said listen thats my mate you're calling a cunt i said listen mate i dont give a fuck he's a fuckin cunt making money of the poor with an attitude like he's got his morals are all wrong
anyway so i follwed them out the pub and they closed the electric gate on me ha ha
arrh i tell you waht though i#m fuming just from his stuck up attitude
fuckin bread card my arse
hey listen up peasants of liverpool donbt fall for this cunts ploy go with the provvy instead
arrh fuck this lark i'm gettin me head down
seriously though don't give this cunt a penny

