What is it with you people? Don't you have enough of each other the other 50 weeks of the year, in your f**king low-rise housing-project Bermondsey slum? Fuck me, you've only been near me a few days and I'm f**ked off with the sight of you already.
"Chips? 'Ave you got f**kin' chips you c**t? I'm sat 'ere sweating my jacobs off in this heat, an' you're walkin' round wiv f**kin' chips? You c**t. 'Ere, Ma, this c**ts got chips. Gizza chip then."
Or, as overheard being yelled down a mobile phone:
"Yeah, mate. It's just like Spain. Only hotter, and wiv all blacks running everyfing. YEAH! HAHAHA!"
Posted By: Arizona Bay, Jul 25, 14:39:08
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