acidicman

I was holding the smashed razor blade above my skin about to start a new regime of bleed baby bleed. I'd only made a preliminary cut to find the 'bleeders' and was about to make the real deep one.

Then it just struck me. STOP. Modern man is missing his big fight. many generations ago a man would have been able to go out on the battlefield and prove himself. A big man like me probablly would either be an easy kill or a war hero. A 6 foot killing machine. Shooting stars never stop. even when they reach the top.

I guess that's why I like it when me and my mates play fight club. Even though I cheat and make them carry on playing after they are unconscious.

I got into a fight the other week. I was stone cold sober. He took a swung and hit me on the chin. I smiled and tried to kiss him with a bruised lip. That confused him (and me).

I suspect I've got homosexual tendancies, but only with violence involved. I hope I make the news one day as the Blackpool Bloody Buggerer. Haha ha ha. "I intend to have you, even if it is by burglary."

"Uncle Monty, you Cunt."

"Even a stopped clock gives the right time twice a day"

"Which fucker said that"

"I have a heart condition. If you hit me, it'll be murder"

"Are you the farmer? Of course he's the fucking farmer Withnail, he's driving a tractor."

I've really passed the point where I just don't bother giving a fuck when I'm pissed. When I'm sober, I'm very apologetic. Sort it out.