[calyman]

A message from Karly,

Ye ken whit yoo lot kin dae we yer effin club, yis kin aw shuv it up yir erses. Ah wis jist tawkin tae ma pal big lisa, win me a hur wur huntin fir fag doots. She says tae me, see thon crowd, thur cinspirin against us. aws we dae is tell it like it is'n'at.

thi trubble is, ye's cannae hawnle the truth, thurs nivir bin wan occasion when ah've bin cheeky or bitchy tae onywan, even when ah didnae caw that irish bint a rabbit, ah didnae admit it, sae that mist meen ah coudne hae said it, mine you, she's worse than a effin rabbit whin that troglo, trodog, tollb, aw ****** it, weirdie Marcus hus goat is hawns aw err hur. mine yoos, if ah wus tae be givin Big Lisa's share ee super lager, ahh micht nae sae Naw tae im. Ah'm nae mingin hoor, jist a wee bit missunderstood

Onyway, where wis uh? Oh aye, kin a jine yer club, ahh f**in hate herries wae faces like sharpened hatchets, gonnae let me in, gonnae?