I'll tell you wot's sick, poofhouse

Wot's sick is you poncing around at the start of term wiv your new pencil case bragging about how many A levels you're gonna do, flicking your hair around like you were God's gift to fackin L'Oreal and giving Trace Butcher the eye.

Well you ain't gonna find it quite so easy sitting your exams with two broken wrists and your whole stock of Caran Dache stuffed up your jackise, are ya?

Me and Bug are gonna catch you one night on your way home. Just keep looking over your shoulder.

Posted By: Skinner, Sep 5, 15:25:36