Picture the scene. The other fuckin’ week there… doin’ the fuckin’ Volley with Tommy playing pool. I’m playin’ like Paul-fuckin’-Newman by the way… givin’ the boy here the tannin’ of a lifetime. So it comes to the last shot, the deciding ball of the whole tournament. I’m in the black, and he’s sittin’ in the corner looking all fucking biscuit-arsed. When this hard cunt comes in. Obviously fucking fancied himself like. Starts staring at me. Looking at me, right fucking at me, as if to say, « Come ahead, square go. » You know me. I’m not the type of cunt that goes looking for fucking bother… but at the end of the day, I’m the cunt with the pool cue… and he can get the fat end in his puss any time he fucking wanted, like. So I squares up, casual like. What does the hard cunt do? Or the so-called hard cunt? Shites it. Puts down his drink, turns and gets the fuck out of there. And after that, well, the game was mine. Source: http://www.script-o-rama.com
