| Comment | I'm out in greenock now, but live opposite a chemist. When it's closed for lunch, they would hang around my close waiting for him to reopen.
Until one day I was going clay shooting with my pal, who sees them at the front door of the close...
He went to the back of his fancy merc, lifts a double barrel out, breaks it open, and puts it over his shoulder. Junkies stared at him as he walked towards the close door.
"does the big man know you cunts are hanging about his door?" he asked them. They left. They don't hang out in my close any more. |
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