--Thing is though, Spud, when air intake ska, that's it. That's aw UV goat TAE worry about. Ken Billy, ma bar, likes? He's just signed up ta ego back intake the fucking army. He's gain TAE fucking Belfast, the stupid cunt. Ah, always knew that the fucker Wis tapped. Fucking imperialist lackey. Ken with the daft cunt turned round n said TAE us? He goes: Ah can nae fucking stick divvy street. Ban in the army, it's like being a junky. The only difference is this ye din nae git shot at SAE often ban a junky. Besides, it's usually you that does the shooting.--That, eh, like say, seems a bit eh, fucked up like man. Ken?--New but, listen the now. You just think about it. In the army they DAE everything fit they daft cunts. Feed them, GIE the cunts cheap bevvy in scabby camp clubs TAE keep them FAE gain intake too n lowering the fucking tone, upsetting the locals n that. When they get intake divvy street, thus goat TAE DAE it aw fir themselves.--Yeah, but like say, it's different though, cause. . . Spud tries to cut in, but Renton is in full flight. A bottle in the face is the only thing that could shut him up at this point; even then only for a few seconds.--Uh, uh. . . Wait a minute, mate. Hear us not. Listen TAE whit ah've goat TAE say here. . . What the fuck Wis ah saying. . . Aye! Right. When air OAN junk, aw ye worry about is scoring. Oaf the gear, ye worry about load say things. Nae money, can nae git pushed. Goat money, drinking too much. Can nae git a bird, nae chance a a ride. Git a bird, too much hassle, can nae breathe without her git tin OAN air case. Either that, or ye blow it, and feel aw guilty. Ye worry about bills, food, bailiffs, these Rambo Nazi scum beaten us, aw the things that ye could nae GIE a fuck about when UV goat a real junk habit. UV just goat one thing TAE worry about. The simplicity a it aw. Ken whit ah mean?

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