that guy has far too much time on his hands
You know he grew up as a little shitspark from the old shitflint and then he turned into a shitbonfire and driven by the winds of his monumental ignorance he turned into a raging shitfirestorm. If I get to be married to Barb I'll have total control of Sunnyvale and then I can unleash the shitnami tidal wave that will engulf Ricky and extinguish his shitflames forever. And with any luck he'll drown in the undershit of that wave. Shitwaves.
Was that his bedroom?
Mythbusters for chavs/northerners
ff to 5 1/2 mins then it gets good.
ha ha ha ha ha brilliant!
Who were you when you thought you where you was?. Whats a matter for can't you want to?
Attach the probes to his head to sort out his lazy fucking eye...cockney caaannnttt!!!
"Where you are is what you eat. When I'm in London I'll have beans on toast for lunch. On holiday — what? Tapas? Go on then I'll have a bit. You eat whatevers in that area"
wtf that looks like his loft
Life’s To Short To Argue - I say As I Get Up Off The Floor After The Misses Wacks Me With A frying Pan.
fuck me, he's a proper tard isn't he!!! ha ha ha ha..