Post Race!

GUYS AND GALS...

I am piloting the Scoob home shortly whereupon I shall be flying out to the sunny shores of Ibiza for a week......

I bid you all a fond farewell, and shall see you when I get back.....


Ian, Gaff - *thwump!

Make sure you through plenty of shapes for me out there Chips...

Have a good-un

GUYS AND GALS...

I will be shortly going up to london very quickly, Kidnapping crispin and taking his place ;)






















have fun fella :)

;)

well in my experience store-bought ***** cats are never as nice and friendly as ones that you meet yourself, but hey store bought tend to have more experience ;)

ibiza!!! nooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Bye Crispin. Enjoy your vacation.....er...holiday!

right, time for me to go to warmer shores,
where the grass is greener,
the sky is blue,
the air is sweet,
and the people are friendly, so Shall bid you all a happy weekend untill we next meet.






















or in English, I've finished work, I'm buggering off home and then off down town to get plastered whilst trying to get laid.

bye all :)

Night Ian! Good luck ;)

yeah ian, go for it!!!

C U Monday :p

Come on you Reds!!

Mornin all!

I've had a hectic morning, but I'm off for a contractor "lunch" and I think we all know what that means.

So if I don't return, have a great weekend, and if any of you need an excuse to get drunk, then its Canadian Thanksgiving this weekend, so happy thanks giving.

Cheers,

SD

Hello and Goodbye SD!

Evening all :)

Hi Pix!!!!!

Hi Katie, how are you?

Hello...

Hello Michael Parks from the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland!

Hello Adam Knisely from Canada, under the control of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland :p

when I die, **** it im gonna go to hell
cause I'm a piece of ****, it ain't hard to ****in' tell
it don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
dressed in white, I like black tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict ****
no sleepin' all day, no gettin a quick-fix
hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
i aint gettin that ****, ive got to pay a price
all my life i been considered as the worst
lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
i know my mother wished she got a ****in' abortion
she don't even love me like she did when I was younger
suckin' on her chest just to stop my ****in' hunger
i wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
my babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
i swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bull****
throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull ****
and squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
i'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ****in' buddah head
the stress is buildin' up, I can't,
i can't believe suicide's on my ****in' mind
i want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is ****in' callin' me
naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
you see its kinda like the crack did to pookie, in new jack
except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
should I die on the train track, like remo in beatstreet
people at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
my baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
she knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga sheek, tell him that my will is weak.
i'm sick of niggas lyin', i'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
(BANG)

*whisper* Is anyone out there???