Say it’s like “Eh no, l I hired body tonic to naass my ‘Farewell to mephodrone, givez back the actual brain cells at the door will ye?’ party like actual way before you did” coming from the Johnner camp, while it’s “eh, I didn’t like snort basic triple x off the bor of the basic Shaw with some tayshell herayic buzzer he (who) claimed tee ain (to own) the dutch supplier’s phone number last Sunday fir nay reason” comin from the Griffo camp. And it’s like I can’t basically help but actually think that this whole ‘let’s give mephodrone an actual proper send-off buzz’ which has been doin the rounds of the jacks in Pygmalion of a 2am sesh of an anytime between Thursday to Sunday, is like basically tearing us an-actual-part? Or whatever.
And like getting stocked for these parties is an actual mare-bag of a bad buzz. Since Gizzer was found ate cayld (out cold) ateside the, yea like do not adjust your basic sets, Oirish-ACTUAL- Times, with his cacks down and a stack of burial’s b-sides tied around his nackers, along with a black-actual-plastic-bag full of mephodrone and a note from Joe Duffy stuffed in his nostril, the actual authorities have been tryin wreck the actual buzz of the minorities, as in like your average ledger on the street who just wants to irrelevantly stay awake for seven days after 3 pints of a Tuesday.
It’s like, in terms of having a buzz this is where we’re at, so like just basically get over it. The dole is 196 quid a week, a bag of buzz is like less than a basic tenth of that. Eh, in terms of the math, you do it, as I’m pretty sure I read on some K-Nacker bird’s wife-beater at some 2 month mesh (yea that’s right, we’re chattin about a mephodrone-sesh) in Rath-Actual-Mines the other like...eh I dunno, day?
And it’s like these are not the ramblings of an actual madzer. Like the other day I caught like Patch-o in the conservatory of some tayshel train-wreck of a gaff we stalled back to with some warriors after like 2 pints and a line at like noon on a Tuesday in Bally-Actual-Fermot’s finest place you’re least likely to get stung by Joe Duffy in a tree with a like powerful SLR and a box of doughnuts, there saying to a bag of mephobuzz “I wanna start a new generation with you”. And I was like “eh, this is getting fairly oddzers, and in terms of weird, this like....is”
