“ME NAME LOUIS AS WELL MON!”

15 04 2009

While the sweeds que out the door to pound wackdonalds this dudes smokin blunts and  selling pastys to drunks.

he didnt have any ting, just “bashment” sauce, three hands and his cutchie.he sits in his shed all night pumping out bounty killa and sizzla to fight off the swedish winds.the grape drink was appealing but there were no chicken and waffles to go with it so I setlled for the ginger ale
unfortunatly me being a baldhead pussieclot, jah is not within and the jamican fire ale wasn’t enough, so i had to reachfor the 7/11 calzone for warmth.
calzone

Go one then, Go on then

swedish 7/11 is amazing, like being transported to america, I dont even remeber what this tasted of but it was hot and sobering, god knows how much this cost.

mystery filing

mystery filling

they also had sweets named after faeces

bare lolz

bare lolz





shanghai fried chicken

12 01 2009

came across this on the animal blog

while taking a break from writing about this


coincidence? no.
Chicken Rules Everything Around Me.

which brings us to this


peeking duck pizza? what do leeks have to do with texas? all in all this pizza shop was fucked. At 2am gateshead high street aint the most welcoming place but this was something else. situated opposite the site of gateshead armory, and sharing a side ally with some pub with its side door open and presumably a gangbang going on from the noises emitting from said door, this was the only haven available apart from TOP TOP PIZZA but they looked more expensive


not only did the boss’s fucked up eye make me think of good old hook hand abu hamza himself but his homes was ranting about shit in arabic, every so often dropping in a bit of english, most notably “fuck obama” and “pig cunt bastard” I ordered chicken wings and chips for £2.60 and as soon as i sat down the boss started shouting at his mate about something. being pretty far gone i started to think of the evil rabbit from watership down and then that maybe i wasn’t getting chicken after all, id seen a fair few rabbits round 5 bridges and given the proximity to that and the fact the boss had mixy made me pretty certain i was getting rabbits feet instead. anyways i soon forgot all about that when the goods arrived


foil trays add a touch of class to an already upmarket establishment.
not only was the rabbit/chicken covered in some hot sauce, the chips weren’t dog shit, typical kebab house chips but done well, probably because i was they only customer apart from some 40 year old radgie lass dressed as a 12 year old.

track b’s and pink socks. real talk.
i think she assumed i was homeless due to the combination of waiting longer than her and well, looking like a tramp, when she got her food she put half her chips in front of me, smiled then walked off.