Tonight's twisted tale filled with Glaswegian swagger. Enjoy, ya bass.....

Fuckin Lost Ya Cunt

Where the fuck are they cunts? Fuckin stag night in London n the cunts’ve fuckin left ays. Nae fuckin clue where ah um. Goat tae find thum or all never get back tae thi hotel.

Walk in this fuckin place, Victorian place, eh? Cunt comes up tae ays, says he kens am lost, kin set ays right.  Says come in the back room n all tell ye where yer pals are.

Aye, OK.

Walk in there n the cunt pulls a knife. Stabs ays in the throat. Ah hear them chantin, guttural words ah canne understand.

Then ah black oot.