Re: Manchester Apocalypse: place your bets now!
One of my friends sat in her car at some traffic lights with all the doors locked whilst the nice sports car on her left was trashed. Apparently the owner was forced to get out, and watched as the bastard Picts clambered over his tres cher veh-i-cle and dropped concrete blocks through the windscreen.
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He shall drink naught but brine, for I'll not show him / Where the quick freshes are.
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