Still having a go?
all I can tell you is that if i came home to my flat, opened the door and saw some satin-robed, taped-hand wanker shuckin' & jivin' in my front room wanting to trade blows, i'd f***in brain him with the table lamp, flip on the telly, and use his f***in frozen-open mouth for an ashtray...
of course it's a giggle watching two jackasses get in a canvas-covered ring and try and crack open the other's coconut, but that's all it is, entertainment for the drunken gits in the audience who want to watch two cat-brained wankers advance their journey to becoming drueling vegetables in some house for the aged in surrey
my mate ian who's about 104 kg got into a row last year with some sod outside a pub who start dancing around and jabbing like a clown, like he was naz or something. ian just fell on him and the bloke didn't get up after that. itwas like watching a bus fall onto a grape
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