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Cash, card and mobile, please. Had his hood on and made a tough Face of some sorts as he flashed What looked like a blade, only Smaller. *Sorry, mate. My phone Is in my hotel room, my money is All somewhere between my kidneys And liver, but I have these two Fists, and I'm losing my girlfriend as We speak, so PLEASE come closer With that pathetic excuse for a knife,   So I can use it to pick what's left of Your heart from my teeth after My anger is vented. I don't care if it's Islington; Did you hear about the Viking at Stamford Bridge? I'm back.* Don't Ever mug a Norwegian. Don't ever try to mug a Norwegian. Don't ever try to mug a Norwegian Poet. I still have £200 in My pocket. And a tongue as sharp As anything I've ever been Threatened with. Boy.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Stamford Bridge
Cash, card and mobile, please. Had his hood on and made a tough Face of some sorts as he flashed What looked like a blade, only Smaller. *Sorry, mate. My phone Is in my hotel room, my money is All somewhere between my kidneys And liver, but I have these two Fists, and I'm losing my girlfriend as We speak, so PLEASE come closer With that pathetic excuse for a knife,   So I can use it to pick what's left of Your heart from my teeth after My anger is vented. I don't care if it's Islington; Did you hear about the Viking at Stamford Bridge? I'm back.* Don't Ever mug a Norwegian. Don't ever try to mug a Norwegian. Don't ever try to mug a Norwegian Poet. I still have £200 in My pocket. And a tongue as sharp As anything I've ever been Threatened with. Boy.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
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