f*** me! These young prima donnas and their riders, eh! Heard from a mate in the club (very close to the horse's ass mouth, I mean mouth... Very, very close; say nowt Shhh!) That the Lejeune delay was nothing to do with cash. Turns out the cheeky f***er demanded a fresh bowl of Pomegranate flavoured Jelly Belly jelly beans be placed in his locker everyday. (Some minion eventually volunteered to pick them out: "Hoy, Lee you've left in a Juicy Pear! Useless c***"). Now we have structural reurbishment demands! Cheeky f***ers... Let's not buy any more of them.
You're really weird bro.
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I was on about altarmullet mate
Ah right - that post is a bit mental like.