I can remember the first time that the Virgin Mother Daffy provided me the holy sustenance known as the Budweiser.
As you can see from my facial expression I was clearly in heaven.
Daaaaaaaamn,
it be hard here in UK. The price of Budweiser is soaring and I am here without my Kayleigh to suckle on (I hope Simon not find out, he will kick my ass). I need to get back to the Falklands to keep that mutha fucker Mikey in check. He be up tearing that swimming pool apart and scaring the ladies with his fancy walking, long coat and h...
I am still down here at the Falklands Sewage Treatment Plant.
No Rob, no Daffy and no muthafucking Ryland. Only the cold embrace of a crisp cold Budweiser. I tried to dress up Minge and fungus (the STP cats) but they just scratched me. I asked Kayleigh to dress up but she slapped me....then Simon slapped me later. Probably deserved that one.
That...
I have always liked to think of myself as Luke Skywalker.
So much so that I can remember dressing up and battling imaginary Stormtroopers and Darth Vader with my light saber, but those good times are unfortunately a distant memory (February 2019).
Daffy (my Obi-Wan Kenobi) is no longer physically present on the Falklands. Those muppets Han & Chew...