Tag Team match: Team Whelan vs scummy bashturds
Post# of 7791
I got two words for ya, billy boy - Peaky Blinders. Tat's right, Peaky effin' Blinders. The Celtic/Gypsy hybrid warriors will visit you one day soon, be ready, any day now, I tell ya. And while we're kickin' the livin' shite outta youz on the one hand, our brethren from the bog, tough as nails they are, will have the business end of it wrapped up in no time and youz'll never know there wuz there.
So, take your fancy clothes, youz quick & cheap dirty smirks, the snide and ignorant remarks. And who are youz to find fault w/ our own. Youz migrate here and there, never knowing youz arse from a hole in the ground. Youz strength is youz lies and deception. You boys among men, you are. Believe it, you heathen scum. Mind your manners, you will, or we'll mind them for ya, eh? Your biggest threat will have youz holding youz poofda signs shoutin' to the whole world, "YOUZ FEELING STRESS RIGHT NOW!!!". Are youz now? Shaddup ya damn fools. Glitterati, you are, every last one of ya. And dumber than a flock of sheep.
And how youz gonna feel when we strut past you miserable bashturds on our way to the bank. Ya never listen, do youz now?
Real eyes realize real lies.
Later, WBeacham