That pen/gun, watch/laser chappie over on Thanet Life appears to have got the measure of me. He's painted a pretty accurate picture of my secret life as a dope dealing pimp, and now, I'm afraid, I have to come clean. Let's look at the facts:
1. I'm a millionaire with a cliff top mansion and a posh car.
2. I know lots of celebrities.
3. I once met David Soul.
It all stacks up, doesn't it? And now I cannot stand the pressure of maintaining my anonymity any longer. I am, in fact, Huggy Bear out of Starsky and Hutch.
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About time we had a revival of those big, floppy leather hats.
With breeding conditions like that, we could all be Buggy Hair.
I've got it all wrong again. I meant to refer to myself as a pimp dealing dope.
The Scarlet Pimpersell?
The Smooth Doperator?
A heroine prostitute could be a big seller.
Perhaps I should be driving around in a Hillman Pimp.
or a Lambourghini C*nt-hash.
Do I really have to use an asterisk?
Everyone knows what the word is!
I'll be drinking out of a brown paper bag next and people will think I'm hyperventilating, telling me to try my hardest to calm down and stuff.
I'll probably end up on drugs, myself!
Where will it end?
Chill my man, have a puff on this dude.
And I'm sure this dude won't mind me having his puff while he's still on him, at all!
Bugger that!
You must think I was porn yesterday.
It's a comma mistake, dude.
So much for you being a punc., then.
This site is one of the best I have ever seen, wish I had one like this.
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