motors n aw that

got masel a new motor the day, wisnae dodgy like, cannae be seen drivin roon in a knocked aff piece ae shite man. went tae the big man, the arnold clark, got masel sorted oot wi wan them corsas man, magic. got masel the cd wi it too, kin play oasis right fuckin loud man. might take it roond tae frannie see if he'll put ma bass tube oot ma old fiesta in there, pure lood man. its no an beemer m3 but itll dae, no whit um sayin?

bawbag in the shop didnae tax it right tho, so need tae go back tae um and gi a slap. thur must be summat aboot giin oot slaps, maks me feel brand new.

wis sittin typin this and gets a text aff sharon the bird, shes away on this coarse for the work, she's wantin tae move up frae the phones in this call centre tae the managers so thev sent er aff tae dunoon fur three days man, pure magic got the hoose tae masel, got the motor, just pure bliss man. anywis, shes textin me sayin how the car go, gonnae stick in this n that afore a gets back, shes wantin aw this shite in the moter, wee pillows in the back seat. ah kin feel another slap comin on. ahm no wan fur slappin the burds, no way man, but sometimes ye get the urge cos the shite she comes out wi. need tae swallie that back cos heres ma thought fur the week: hittin the burds disnae solve nuthin, so keep yer haunds tae yersel .. unless yer gettin yer nat king, then shes fair game man!