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| How come, on Sunday afternoon, the supermarket has more kids in it than Gary Glitter's computer? Its like a frigging creche! | |
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| I mean, they squeal fucking murder, and run about like wee gypsies, and if you slam your trolley into them hard, YOU'RE the bad guy!!! | |
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| Yeah, ok, BIll, but get that bastard microphone out of my face, we're not even recording this now. | |
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