The Diaries of Mad Skitza

Oan the pull

As the electric disco lights and the overwhelming stench of Mayfair cigarettes entered Skitza's atmosphere, he knew he had entered his home - Easterhouse Community Hall. Skitza had pulled many burds all over the place - in the disabled toilets, on the dance floor, even behind the leckie box outside the hall, but as he searched for his latest one night stand, he was bombarded by an ellesse tracksuit wearing scheme burd waving her messily manicured nails in front of his face.
"Here you, want some of this wacky baccy?" She shouted, attempting to be heard over the ear piercing wail of edm music. Before he could answer, the girl was pulled aside by none other that the most magnificent burd Skitza had laid his eyes on, a true Easterhouse beauty.

"I'm so sorry, my pal Montana here is trying to pay a fine for public indecency by selling the wacky baccy, don't listen to her." The glorious creature said.
Her mesmerising blonde hair lined with fancy extensions fell down to her curvaceous waist, highlighting the dreamcatcher belly bar that dangled from her navel.