You want a fight. I'm not massively bothered. Although should beat some manners into you as it's clear your coward of a grandfather didn't. If you're so desperate for the fight, you'd tell the truth, apologise and you'll get your wish at 6.30 on Monday. But you don't want it. Clearly.
Ill be there Monday evening from 6-7, might go in William Hill next door for a bit. Lets see if you have the bolloxs to talk **** about my grandad on Monday princess xxx
Tragic, he's so hateful. He spouts all this hate and tries to come across as thick skinned, but as soon as you mention his slap head he becomes hysterical. He also sounds like he has little man syndrome, he's probably like 5'6 and can't please his dog of a gf (if he has one) I'd imagine he's probably too ashamed to approach a woman.
What I like about this thread is in between arrangements for a knife-fight at Fenchurch street, the odd contributor is throwing in comments like "Marvin Hagler!" and "Butterbean!". Splendid!
Chelmsford now he doesnt know where he works he seems. I recorded our phone convo and gonna upload it when I find my ****ing USB lol
Yeah, probably best you do that, because we've established you've bottled meeting. Let me know when you grow a pair. Obviously cowardice runs in the family, starting with your grandfather.
Yeah, yeah. I told you the terms, I confirmed the date and time and told you to come alone and you backed out of it by telling more lies. You're a ****ing coward who talks the big man on here but when it was all agreed and sorted you backed out of it. Third time you've done that now. Least I won't be outside shootfighters calling you to ask where you are and you're cancelling my calls.