Bruv, you threatened to call the old bill because I rinsed you inside out on a footie thread. You ain't ever coming back from that all time low.
Angrily offering random strangers out for a fight on their phones, in between talking about how good their Dire Straits cover versions are.
The only rattle you can muster up is the can of Rattler you mix with a cheap Carling on your mates stolen pub bench mate.
Whirly bird to Wembley, coastal retreat, high flying lawyer, babe magnet, 6ft 4” bronzed Adonis... I could go on....