Geordie George started this discussion 4 months ago#128,889
A was knockin aboot wi’ Green yistidee, like. We’d hoyed doon some proper blaaahin vindaloo in the curry hoose, pure fire it was, man. Soon as we nicked oot, wor guts were clart-on, rumblin like thunder. Had nee cludgie aboot, so we just hoyed wor kecks doon reet there in the street an’ hoyed a spray o’ skitter aall ower, like. It was gushin’ that bad it fair flooded the road—motahs were skiddin aboot, crashin an’ aal sorts. Proper mental neet, that. Me an’ me marra, we’s reet little trickstaas, like.