got to work then frantically called by the missus there's a group of lads around yours cars, got them out on a dead end bit, so rushed back from work after feeding them a story.
got stuck behind the slowest sod in the word and i was in my piddly alfa, thinking to myself right what do i do when i comfront them, flew up to 2 bmw's and blocked them both off hoped out only to find 8 of the biggest polish buggers i'd ever seen, now i'm no midgit, but i was kinda taken aback and with the old pukka hole doing 5p 10p, i had a quick look over both 5's to check them and proceeded to run to my other 5 shell and picked up a bloody big knife kept over from my military days.
anyway that down my work trousers, and scratching my arse, i went back and stood right by my 5's as to say fook off, so they got back in there cars and went to drive off, only one had a flat battery, there all talking there gibirish, i'm there thinking which one first, got both plates as they departed and have blocked both 5's off with my alfa.
its either my imaginiation, or 8 big polacks in 2 bmw's its either theft of drugs. the missus is left ****ting it, and with our new born in doors she's ott about everything i'm left appreciating that if it was theft polacks have good taste lol.
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