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| So, then the bitch said that I owed HER money. I'm like, "Bitch, I'll tell you who owns who!" Fucking skaggy Glaswegian whores. | |
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| Yah, and those hags at the store. They're always up in my biz-nass. I try to, y'know, mack on the women customers, an' they're all over me in no time. Fuck... | |
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| Okay, we're here, go right in. If you need me, I'll be passed out in that overflowing street gutter over there. | |
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