I had to go all the way to Peckham to buy it from some wide boy **** who ran a very small electronics shop.
No idea how it's still working. When you buy from a place like that you're usually lucky if it doesn't break within a few weeks. Over three years though and still works as good as ever.
I have broke a couple of TVs in the past though. Who knew dropping something causes it to stop working?!
I had to go all the way to Peckham to buy it from some wide boy **** who ran a very small electronics shop.
Was there no income tax or VAT? I bet that telly fell off the back of a lorry. You should know better than to pick up hooky gear from them geezers down market.
And if you broke the kid's face, you'd be the one to get arrested. Where's the justice in that?
Feckin' society is ****e.
I really don't blame him as much as his **** mother. Had a few mates over helping me move some things out of here. One of them brought his son with him, he's about 13. He was just sitting here using the net to look at something to occupy himself as he didn't really want to be here, the old "drag your kid along to something that would bore a kid to death" thing. My friend's wife pops off, "you need to help them instead of just sitting around doing nothing." I told her I don't care, since I remember some of those dreaded drag along activities from my own childhood. None of us were complaining. "No no, he needs to help." So we're coming back in to grab another load and I hear it. ****. There's my old spare TV, busted because that ***** told him to try and pick it up.
I really don't blame him as much as his **** mother. Had a few mates over helping me move some things out of here. One of them brought his son with him, he's about 13. He was just sitting here using the net to look at something to occupy himself as he didn't really want to be here, the old "drag your kid along to something that would bore a kid to death" thing. My friend's wife pops off, "you need to help them instead of just sitting around doing nothing." I told her I don't care, since I remember some of those dreaded drag along activities from my own childhood. None of us were complaining. "No no, he needs to help." So we're coming back in to grab another load and I hear it. ****. There's my old spare TV, busted because that ***** told him to try and pick it up.
She's the one I wanted to slap.
Aye, I know that type of slag. My childhood is all coming back to me now.
Clyde, piss brick this woman's house. Yer know yer want to!
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