This underclass enforcer, the prince among pikeys and the chief among chavs work tirelessly for those who can’t - usually because they’re too busy punching the reflection in the mirror at that ”stoopid fuckin twat oo’s givin me evils”. Jeremy, the pseudo-psychobabble you offer your pathetic bottom-dwelling guests contains less insight than a pissed-up hen party, the fact that you say your own name every 20 seconds indicates you yourself have “issues”?, and your weird shrunken head and squinty eyes are so repulsive that I develop bulimia at 9:25 am every morning regular as clockwork.
