attack on London

Keep some of that ham pie.

 

Yer up for a pint on Satada then?

 

Aye.

 

Right.
I'll meet yer in the Borough as it's right next to the terminus.
Confirm time later, ****ing bus takes ages.
Gives you a grand tour of Washington, pikey ****s.
We can get a cab ower your way after that.
PM me your mobile number.
Be good to meet you after all these years.

 

Reeto. Will do.

Bout bloody time.

 

Champion, sorted.

 

Spurlock vs Billy, as the two warriors enter the arena Spurlock out first, the music hits, it's Ice Cube's 'No Vaseline', he looks prepared, a bit stoned, but in good shape, as he makes his way into the octagon. He is wearing an all white khandoorah, with a little squashed cockerel on the breast, and some Jesus sandals with a bit of gaffer tape on. Yep, he's defo stoned, he's just fallen over his own foot and now he's struggling to get back to his feet.

Billy entering from the other side, looks like he's ****ed, yep, he's sitting down for a rest, he's having a fag and a can of Kestrel super... oh and a pie. He's managed to flag down a lift from the crowd, he's getting a piggy back of a baldy bloke with a BNP vest on.

Spurlock looks angry, he's struggling to eat his Baclava without dropping bits of pistachio on the floor.

Billy is doing some strange ritual under a black veil, we believe one of our cameras has caught a quick glimpse of a phone, logged into the BBW section of XHamster. It appears that Billy has stopped proceedings to have a quick ****.

The bell has sounded anyway, Billy's attempting to finish his tug over Glenda before Spurlock gets to him. He's got no chance, Spurlock has picked up a pickaxe, and he's now running towards the stooped ****ing man, Spurlock swings and it's heading right for Billy's temple....

BANG!

"You're a ****ing disgrace, I'd be ashamed to go into battle with you"... a cry from the crowd, it's the man in the BNP vest, he's just put a hole through Spurlock's head, there's blood pissing everywhere, this fight is over, the referee has gone to hand the belt to the new champion, oh, hang on... oh, oh dear, it appears that Billy has ****ed himself to death.

This is a no-contest, with both men finishing up dead.

 

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Haha. The return of the death match.

 

give it to the BNP man as he finished off spud cock, he was only a blow hard anyway and needs weapons especially when your backs turned.

 

He's had the last laugh.

Your bezzy is dead and he's shagging 40 birds.

 

he couldn't handle 1 bird unless she was chloroformed first, then tied to the bed at 10 to 2, that's they way they do it back home. cos when they try it here they are nicked

 

72

 

Greedy ****er.

 

But you're bent.

 

Haha, I was pissed, sorry about that night, hope you can sit down ok

 

But you're a muzzie.
You're not allowed to drink.

 

I'm not allowed to buttfuck you either, but I did.

 

Have you spoken to a qualified professional about these bizarre fantasies ?

 

It was a one off, Billy B turned up in his high heels, what's a man to do?