A dish best served cold...
Day after Christmas.
Wankers over here in th' States like t'go bloody bonkers after swappin' presents. Don't like what someone gave you? Go trade it in for somethin' bigger...literally, for some folks, dependin' on th' size of their arse.
S'pose I shouldn't go on like that. Boxing Day back across th' pond's almost as bad. Folks these days just can't be satisfied.
'Specially folks who're as twisted as their knickers.
Harris got some bad news th' other day. Somebody grabbed his sweetie an' tore her up like so much wrappin' paper.
Me an' him, it ain't like we're mates or nothin'. He gets on my nerves more often than not, t'tell the truth.
But bein' somebody who's had a lady love ripped away from 'em a time or two, I can say even Harris doesn't deserve t'go through that kinda grief.
I met th' girl once. Back when Harris'd been rolled by Ripper when Ripper wasn't Ripper. Nice girl, I thought. Never heard none of th' Slayerettes speak bad of her. Frankly, she an' Harris seemed pretty perfect for each other, in an annoyingly perky kinda way.
Stopped by his place th' other day. Red hadn't been gone for too long, could still smell her in th' air. Didn't wanna have a heart-to-heart or anything nauseatin' like that, just wanted t'deliver a message, 'tween him an' me.
We find th' tosser responsible, I'd help take 'em out.
Just him an' me, one or a hundred. Slayer doesn't need t'be in on it, she's got her mitts full trackin' G.I. Jugular. Harris'll need this more'n anybody...an' since he'd likely get himself killed in a scrap and I live for nothin' but, I figured I'd lend him a hand.
Don't mean we're bosom buddies now or nothin'. So don't get any ideas...
Wankers over here in th' States like t'go bloody bonkers after swappin' presents. Don't like what someone gave you? Go trade it in for somethin' bigger...literally, for some folks, dependin' on th' size of their arse.
S'pose I shouldn't go on like that. Boxing Day back across th' pond's almost as bad. Folks these days just can't be satisfied.
'Specially folks who're as twisted as their knickers.
Harris got some bad news th' other day. Somebody grabbed his sweetie an' tore her up like so much wrappin' paper.
Me an' him, it ain't like we're mates or nothin'. He gets on my nerves more often than not, t'tell the truth.
But bein' somebody who's had a lady love ripped away from 'em a time or two, I can say even Harris doesn't deserve t'go through that kinda grief.
I met th' girl once. Back when Harris'd been rolled by Ripper when Ripper wasn't Ripper. Nice girl, I thought. Never heard none of th' Slayerettes speak bad of her. Frankly, she an' Harris seemed pretty perfect for each other, in an annoyingly perky kinda way.
Stopped by his place th' other day. Red hadn't been gone for too long, could still smell her in th' air. Didn't wanna have a heart-to-heart or anything nauseatin' like that, just wanted t'deliver a message, 'tween him an' me.
We find th' tosser responsible, I'd help take 'em out.
Just him an' me, one or a hundred. Slayer doesn't need t'be in on it, she's got her mitts full trackin' G.I. Jugular. Harris'll need this more'n anybody...an' since he'd likely get himself killed in a scrap and I live for nothin' but, I figured I'd lend him a hand.
Don't mean we're bosom buddies now or nothin'. So don't get any ideas...