Calls of the wild

THE SPURNED CLIP BIRD
“alright darling, need a girl?”
“I’m CID darling so why don’t you fuck off.”
“pig. pig. pig. PIG. PIG.”

THE MATING CALL OF THE BUG-EYED CRACKHEAD
“suck ya mutha”
“suck YOUR mutha”
“suck ya mutha”
“suck YOUR mutha”

THE VERBAL PLUMAGE OF THE ANGRY SCAFFOLDER
“where the fuck are you? … what the fuck are you doing in charing cross? fuck me! are you a fucking moron? tell me why I am standing here like a stuffed cunt while your fucking pissing about in fucking charing cross? … ello mate, latte with two sugar please… if you’re not here in five minutes you can fuck off back to slough.”

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2 Responses to Calls of the wild

  1. rasheytashey says:

    who needs the sound of silence when you can have the sounds of soho

    makes my heart swell with happiness to read this

  2. organicbump says:

    Gotta love the CID guy. He clearly wasn’t in the mood for paperwork.

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