If it meant Freds favourite words weren't hovering around my consciousness, I would have to risk it. I suppose my orientation was out In the open now. It's a large town with a fishing village mentality. I can't believe after everything he put me through, and after I left without asking for a penny or took anything from the house that he reported me for keying his car. My parents lent me a lot of money and I paid more than my fair share. I only bought brand name trainers. Everything else I stopped around for. Scoured the internet and shops. I bought second hand things off of ebay. I didn't wear them half the time but it was the principle.
EVERY one to Fred was a dik. I left him like a spare prik at a wedding. The co worker he was jealous of was a knobb. That guy asked me out back when..I know him, what that knobb. My ex coach...tried to grab my phone.. dik. My millionaire boss...came from same as us...is now a dik. I decked him on a night out...knobb. Four guys ganged up on me and I just laughed when they kicked me on the floor. ..my pals just left me...diks. I'm going to lay out that blakk ......
I come from a family who can swear like sailors but Fred took it to new heights. And if I said to him when we were in a shop, that every second word he just said was a swear word, he would say: woah woah woah, like fuk It was quit your whining. I don't fight with my own shadow. And if we bumped Into someone he knew I was often introduced as "Oh here this is THE bit of stuff." Can't you try and think of better insults than dik? I don't say it much. You think your intellectual because you read when tv is on? Pfft I take care of you remember.