alright porkie my man!?
how you keepin?

Shattered.Just finished work and if is see another twatted person tonight i swear i'm gonna jump off the first floor of this building.Kidding,let me check what the minibar has on offer.How are you?

awww!! i love you porkie man! i sorry man, im fair dunk.!
i love you , even though u hate pavement;)

grand man!
gonna have some more hooch and off to sack then.

I am.If you poured pints to a bunch of loud and drunken cockneys for 7 hours you wouldn't engage yourself with life or would you?It's 1:30 am to be correct.

i got a Man UTD duvet cover, i'm real happy cuz its hard to find them in double bed sizEE!
fair cool.

aww yeah!
thats me second cousin removed Albert, i told him not to go into that power plant after his frisbee.. badmove.
R<I<P Albert.

the memories.. i'm gonna need more drink.

cockenys = people who reside in the city of London

porkie do you work
in a bar aswell?

I am,at the moment to raise,extra cash.Actually i really like dealing with drunks and having a fair anmount of drinks waiting for me at the end of my shift.

He works in a straight bar Kegmama.

no i didnt call you a 'fucking horse'.

anyway for any disputes i challenge you to a pier jumping competition. the person who can go the furthest out and still jump is the winner.

I know :(

Dead inside? That explains why I feel so shit.

yeah well we would do it in england. you wouldnt feel so confident then would you!

that would mean coming out here though, something i know you are more than eager to do.

Bump.

I'm undead inside.

I first learned of this idea when we studied T.S. Elliot's Wasteland in high school. The idea informed much of 20th century literature and art.

This is so last century.

I am not dead inside, not yet. I'll post a big thread about this, okay.

My body is aching