Tuesday, March 22, 2011  

Put the vice grips on my mental health

This is first class….

Fuck me Cathy, has’t been out on t’moor? It’s proper brass monkeys out theer. You’ve been lookin’ for who? Heathcliff? Not that big fuckin’ ponce. He’s a cocknocker, and you’ll catch your fuckin’ death….

Oi ‘eathcliff, where the fuck have you been, I’ve been all over lookin’ for you…. Never mind the fuckin’ rain. That’s it, I’m marrying Edgar, you’re a knob.

| posted by Simon | 9:56 pm | 0 comments
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