Christ on a bike. im going out of my fucking skull. dajve and pete got grabbed and i have to be at home at my bloody mother's because if im not here in the morning she will go mental. shit shit shit shit. fucking bizzies.

I need help, or valium or pete.

over and out. 

i need an image to make a point i was gonna make so into google i typed the words "stylie twat" and look what the first thing was that came up;


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some daft stylie kid stuck gum in peter's hair.

you can send flowers ta ward 7 in st thomas.

meanwhile.... we've tried and tried for hours now to get it out...

i think. i think.... im gonna have to cut it out.

someone do it for me?

oh fuck. hes not happy. hes really not happy. hes booted a hole already in the door cause it wouldnt lock proper and ( Read more... )