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Sunday, 13 April 2014

Wicken n the Ogre go to town.

So Pops. What u b needin' that u drug me out to town. - Wick

I'm not ur "Pops". Don't call me that! - Old Man

Wot? U want wot then? Old Man, Ogre? Or one a the more nasty things u get called when u ain't lookin'? - W

Well look at u with ur line up a names. Ain't u just the smartest thing since sliced bread. - OM

Wot? Pops at least shows a bit a respect. - W

Oh? N how do u figure that numb nuts? - OM

Fine. Hows about I just call u Asshole n b done with it? - W

How about u shut ur teenage mouth so I don't have to do it for ya. - OM

Fine. Whatever. We just gonna sit looking at the front a the store or we goin' in? - W

Look at that one goin'. How come he can't walk straight. He's all bent forward like that. Y doesn't he straighten up n walk? - OM

Maybe cuz he's an old man? - W

Well I walk straight. He's probably pullin' his pin too much. - OM

Ok! N on that note I'm headin' in to shop! - W

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