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Sep 06, 2006 01:04

I'm getting too old for this shit.

Getting me head together now, I've been brawlin' with Titsy, the funky bastard. I rocked up and the house was empty, so I used the catflap to get in. Titsy was there, alone. He had that look on 'is face, cat that swallowed the bleedin' canary, eh? I started mouthing off, squarin' up me tentacles and it was on for young and old.
Eh, it was a right mess - milk shootin' about the place, I got some in me eye, started flailing all over the shop in rhythm - juicy beats started ringing in me ears and then Titsy was on me, juicing at me in time. Ohh, break dance fightin' like you've never seen it's equal. I had him pinned and gutted in double time - he knew his business but.
I'll have to get Greggy to take care of the stitches - they're lookin' angry and seaweed's good for a bit of that, eh?
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