Rode around Canary Wharf this evening atop my hound, Fergie. Just patrolling the area and making sure no s**t was going down.
Some c**t in a bandana offered me six bottles of CK One Summer for ?20, out of a crate filled with plunder from his filthy bout of thievery.
"Criminality!" I roared, and jerked Fergie into action. He leapt at the f**ker like a magnificent steed, crashing into him head first.
I dismounted the hound and set about the hooligan with a show of astoundingly brutal Karate. It was as swift and devastating as Chlamydia.
After I'd finished with the little ballbag, I tied him to a postbox and left him for the rats. Then Fergie & I rode back off into the night.
Not before I grabbed all the CK One Summer, though. Momma didn't raise no fool.
Posted By: Arizona Bay, Aug 10, 08:33:20
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