featuring with special guest, puddleduck doppelganger starring in 'a lot of afghan in little italy'
now shut up... this is going to take me all bloody night.
I don't know who grassed us up but some of you fairies have managed to twig that I've been on a trip.
and what a trip it was... I'm making this up as I go along as I don't remember much of it.
I was allowed 30kilos... I only took one. managed not to crash the car on the way to the birdcage. you'll wonder why there's no pictures of london... because it's none of your fucking business.
all you need to know is I hit it hard.
really fucking hard ron type hard.
I greened out on the third day.
but on the day after that... we flew to italy and nicked a motor. it had my name on it got in late.
pissed and ponging of hash. headed to the west end where roy was done for soliciting. thought about buying a crane before I remembered I don't speak italian. got a bit homesick so I went fishing.
joey bagabagels: 'pronto!'
I swear that's how the bastard answered the phone. I'm hoping ginny sully will translate. [/report]
this is the first of 5 parts but I swear if you interrupt... I'll keep on anyway.
I hate you all.
-raffa of all fucking people