He's fuckin' buck daft.
A silly wee bastard.
He had me in stitches.
Then again, I was plastered.
He's a right fuckin' laugh.
He's truly not wise.
He likes the odd drink.
He comes home with black eyes.
An aggressive wee fucker.
Always lookin' to fight.
He's in no end of trouble.
He's not fucking right.
He runs about with a knife,
And a pitbull called Theo.
He once stabbed a wee fella
Who slagged Padre Pio.
He's fuckin' buck daft.
A vicious wee bastard.
The cunt gave me eight stitches.
Fuckin' put me in plaster.
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