Hey Cleasby

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You worthless sack of excrement why's your beloved EU parliament under siege on fire and looking like a war zone 



https://twitter.com/persephvoice/status/1753015091400790196

https://twitter.com/Dutch314/status/1753028756334096444

[erimus74]

And hes me thinking the UK was a total mess & unrest never happened in the EU

Glad we're out of their problems

[TMG501]

That can't be true. It hasn't been mentioned on the cesspit 

[AtomicDog]

He's looking old now,
Must be all the stress with Brexit. . .

[Blott]

Is his head upside down?

[AtomicDog]

No, his breath just smells like a sots arse

[AtomicDog]

Speaking of arse's . . .

[AtomicDog]

Quick scale & Polish Neil Lad . . .



Sorted

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[Francks left peg]

He's looking old now,
Must be all the stress with Brexit. . .

No, dog! It's the leccy car frying his brain!

[John Trebor]

Who is Cleasby?
I can't keep up.

[AtomicDog]

Think that's Her . . .


Looks a right strumpet!

[AtomicDog]

Oh dear . . .

Rich you shouldn't

tut tut


That's very naughty

[AtomicDog]

Don't know what you mean Lad . . .?

[Poolielad]

That is never smalltown!!! ffs...talk about little man syndrome!!!

[Gboro64]

A face you'd never get tired of punching

[RaZor Ramon]

That is never smalltown!!! ffs...talk about little man syndrome!!!

the one and only.
As Guis said, you'd never tire of slapping his upside down head up the right way.

[AtomicDog]

Right tosspots,

Listen up.

Been busy the day, got some swag. Can't put these in me online shop it's suspended for a bit summat to do with brexit import duties or sumfink?, so I can't make a carrot . . . Oh and some tw*t has snitched Me to HMRC!

Anyhow got a result in the HMV clevo earlier.

Come on top though Paddy the security guard sussed us and gave chase, been running round and round like a scrapyard Dog.

Back to the booty, got a couple of gems here, first off . . .


(Inside sleeve signed by protagonist and author)

I've also got this . . .



Bearing in mind Muppets this is a SIGNED copy



Right we currently hid behind the bins near the bogs, Hill street market.


We want 4 bottle of poppers, some meow meow, 20 E, big bag of ye yo, some Mandy. 24 cans of super T, bottle of Aftershock, 3 bottles of 20/20 (not strawberry it's manky) multi pack of toffee crisps, big bag of pickled onion space raiders. . . Oh and 60 Capstan.

That'll do for this afty, fancy getting well 'lit up'

Bring us a £20 orange top-up too, data running low.

No funny business either, cos we mob handed here.

An urry up will ya n'all, it's freezing!

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New material               

[borope]

Think that's Her . . .


Looks a right strumpet!

Buck.   

[AtomicDog]

That is never smalltown!!! ffs...talk about little man syndrome!!!

the one and only.
As Guis said, you'd never tire of slapping his upside down head up the right way.

Tell ya wot Lad's just watch wot yez are sayin Message boards have ears yeah?

This Gadgee is nail's, just a heads up . . .


Don't wanna see any of yaz comin unstuck, that's all . . .



Snapped jaw, living on soup for 6 week's  . . .!

[AtomicDog]

"Oww you . . .!!

 im outta The Spin Doctors, gerrin there an buy us a bottle of white lightning, some poppers n 20 snouts now . . . Ya ginger c**t"

[AtomicDog]

Ere SmallTime,

Ya neva told us yer ad a brutha?



Spitting dab Lad . . .

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