praise father grear

Wot the ♥♥♥ did ye just say 2 me m8? i dropped out of newcastle primary skool im the sickest bloke ull ever meet & ive nicked ova 300 chocolate globbernaughts frum tha corner shop. im trained in street fitin' & im the strongest ♥♥♥♥♥ in tha entire newcastle gym. yer nothin to me but a cheeky lil bellend w/ a fit mum & fakebling. ill waste u and smash a ♥♥♥♥♥ bottle oer yer head bruv, i swer 2 christ. ya think u can ♥♥♥♥♥ run ya gabber at me whilst sittin on yer arse behind a lil screen? think again wanka. im callin me homeboys rite now preparin for a proper scrap. A roomble thatll make ur nan sore jus hearin about it. yer a waste bruv. me crew be all over tha place & ill beat ya to a proper ♥♥♥♥♥ pulp with me fists wanka. if i aint satisfied w/ that ill borrow me m8s cricket paddle & see if that gets u the ♥♥♥ out o' newcastle ya daft kunt. if ye had seen this bloody ♥♥♥♥♥ mess commin ye might a' kept ya gabber from runnin. but it seems yea stupid lil ♥♥♥♥, innit? ima ****e fury & ull drown in it m8. ur ina proper mess knob.

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