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To the point...
A short while ago some boy racers driving past shouted at this smack rat who was lying on the ground with his smack bitch when I was walking past with my pizza. 'Get a job'. Needless to say the junkie thought it was me who shouted at him. After verbals were exchanged and I was nearly ran owa trying to stay away from them I returned to my car ready to find the boy racers (even though their craic was spot on) and fuck them up for my troubles, along with the junkie for his incomprehension of the situation after i'd explained to him what happend, he was still adamant it was me who shouted. my blood fucking boiled.
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