Sam and all your little friends may run shit over this place, I really can't be arsed to argue with you and your dorky little hangers on, like a big bad Twat followed by his dippy little groupies
So I ain't going to, you started on me, when you're sober I don't want no emails or pm's or any such shit from your sorry arse cos I don't give a fuck, you got your probs, you made them, you take em out on yourself.
I ain't done nothing to you
You're the one with the problem, not me, sort your life out
But don't come running round me anytime soon
Fuck you Sam, Fuck you very much!