haha, he was all tear-stained about how he hadn't eaten for a week and how cold he was and how writing his f**king stupid poetry weasnt paying any bills (like anyone could have told the f**king nonce was goonna happen)
the manager's a right ginger, took him round the back and made him suck him off for a tenner and awrap of crack, spunked in his hair and all
f**king loser. i've bin promoited now, i'm deputy manager and me an trace are gonna get a flat soon
Posted By: Skinner, Feb 14, 16:49:08
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