phones 4 shite

went oot tae the forge fur a bit o the shoppin like - am no a poof like but yuv got tae get oot and get the threads in fur the burds, cannae look like a wee ned prick wi the shell suit and the burberry wank on yer heid eh? so in the forge runs intae wee alex, whits in is haund? this new mobile, pure spunkin oer it he wis. "haw haw its pure magic" is aw a heard fur like 20 mins man. "its pure gem, two hunnerd ringtones man, aw these spaces fur ma celtic logos man, an ah kin download aw these games too man"

ah wis aboot tae gi'um a slap when he fires up the space invaders on the phone! space invaders man, i wis playin that when i wis knee high tae a grasshopper. how'd ye get that, ah says tae um, he says "aw ye go tae the wee website an ye just download it man, easier than gettin the porn aff the inturnet man" then he comes oot wi the pure belter "didnae cost me mair than a fiver man", i says i hope it didnae cost ye mair than 10 pee! "naw, man, a fiver it wis"

a slap wis duly delivered, wee bawbag. wee specky stevie frae doon the close wrote space invaders on the zx eighty wan for nuthin and alex is spendin a fiver on it? loop de fuckin loop. i gave um another slap cos gi'n the first wan oot felt fuckin magic.