03-09-2019, 07:29 PM
(03-09-2019, 07:43 AM)Guest Wrote: When I hear the lads coming in their tacky schoolgirl skirts, a-tootin' out a godawful racket on them goat bladders, I have a fistful of darts hidden up my sleeve, ready to go to work.
The townsfolk give a cheer and shake my hand with stern enthusiasm until my elbow aches as the deflated windbags bleat their last. Three or four of them high-fivin' motherfuckers press a dime bag of the dank into my palm. The mayor pins a medal on my bare chest.
Silence is golden, bitches.
Then an impossibly hip youngster emerges from the jubilant crowd sporting a three-story afro, faux satin STP jacket, and Converse All Star high-tops. He proceeds to bust out a ghetto blaster about the length of a 1978 Lincoln Continental with chrome wire spoke wheels and twice as wide, and makes them daft Scots dance to this...
If y'all don't know how we do up in here, y'all better ask somebody.
Oh man wtf ahahahaha
I almost need depends here right now 
