kyle's manuscript of illegal fanfic ideas

Thinking yer bad mate I'll line up every last one of yer birds and rum em one by one fuckin band wag mush I'm gonna get my apilerare out and do burn outs on yer front lawn and then I'm going to chug bird bombs at yer dads window ye silly bastards think I'm a fooking ding mush eh I'll grab me bird in headlock and I'll shave her fookin bald thinking of reading my comments on Facebook I'll take yeer nan off that bonnet and keep on driving you little dings whilst we're on that Facebook subject this is a message for Phil trout you wanna take a piss out my curtains mate have you seen a stain on yer birds beef curtains mate you can swing from flap to flap and they fookin stink kensley lee scummy mommy award goes to you you little slag when I see you in school in the morning I'm gonna take you out them pj's and fookin up boots and throw you in a fookin farm bus and how are you gonna tell me to get a job when your dads sat outside job center picking up dockers in yer sisters knickers and if we're on about yer sisters knickers you wanna tell that scruffy bitch to give them a wash I put my hand down there other week mate pulled them down bruv fookin hell I thought they were two tone tiger stripes mush fookin skidders all over em dirty bitch mate she needs to put em in fookin wash you think yer sick an all man you will know about it when I fookin Batista bomb yer nan in the middle of ausdery and shove an eggplant up her fanny the fookin dust bag you think yer sick mate I'll twan yer dad in the dick with a shatton Armour and fist bump yer nan I'll fookin curve yer dads head in with a can of spam and frog grieve yer nan until veins pop in her head silly bitch mate if yer gonna fookin carry on I'll skin yer mum and wear her as a suit and I'll go shag yer dad in it mush