WHA' AIR YEW LEWKIN' A'?
Has a scumbag ever escorted you down a road before pulling out a threatening
looking pebble & demanding you hand over all of your "notes"? Has
a dodgy looking knacker donning a shell suit & a skanda jacket ever
offered you some crudely disguised paracetamol tablets with a shaky
"E" carved in by a used match? Well, greet your newfound innercity
pals. Their uniform consists of a slither of arse fluff dwelling above
their top lip, a baseball cap to hide the awful DIY haircut their
'Ma' gave them, a new pair of Air Max that they 'found' on some poor
Spanish student, a constant phlegm problem which they solve by expelling
it onto the ground, a pregnant girlfriend who hangs around Funderland
24hrs a day - and who he always fights with & a smouldering cigarette
always seems to be superglued to his thumb & forefinger. Anyway I
have one question for them...
WHERE THE F**K DO THEY GET ALL OF THOSE TOBLERONES???
For the past couple of weeks Oly has contemplated getting his hair cut, but not knowing what to get done to it. Y'see, our good friend prides himself in being different and original (Which he's not!), and no matter what you do nowadays, someone's done it already. There's the old favourite, the skinhead, it's absolutely no hassle, but it has a couple of drawbacks;
1: It's far from original Then there's the mowhawk, what everybody thinks of when you mention punk, even most little skangers know it as ,"De big spoiky yoke" but here again are the drawbacks;
1: Yet again, it's far from original. (But hey! That's fascism for ya! - Oly) There's short and spiky, Shapes shaved everywhere, ladybirds and leopardskin spots, but originality? F**k that.
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