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.
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...
Okay, we're here, go right in. If you need me, I'll be passed out in that overflowing street gutter over there.
