by Burt » Thu Aug 01, 2013 11:45 am
Me and my firm once went to Millwall. We got on the coach at 8am and started suppin crates of ale and singin City songs on the way. We got to the services and met up with a crew of "The men in spack" and kicked their fuckin eads in before avin a full english breakie then piling back onto the coach. Next we stopped for a slash on the ard shoulder of the M6 and some pikies came leggin it across givin it the big uns so we kicked their fuckin eads in and nicked their moonshine then got back on the coach and back on the lash. Next we stopped in Knighstbridge where a right tasty lookin crew of Chelsea and West Ham were there to give us a welcome party. We kicked their fuckon eads in and had it large gettin pissed on their manor, then got back on the coach for a short kip. We got to The Den and Millwall were there all tooled up and ready to rumble so we kicked their fuckin eads in and stormed into the ground. We went in their end and kicked their fuckin eads in as the game was being played and I can't remember the score cos we were not that bovvered. After the game we came outside and a right big fuckin firm were waitin for us. It was Millwall, Chelsea, The Irons, The Yids and The Gooners so we just kicked their fuckin eads in then got on the coach. On the way back we stopped at the services and there was a loada "Men in spack cockney red cunts" so we kicked their fuckin eads in and then got some chips to eat on the coach and drink the rest of the moonshine. We got back into Manchester and into Piccadilly where we met up with a crew of rag cunts so we kicked their fuckin eads in then we went ome to bed happy.
I hope that this helps Dazby:o)
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