Sprout
Bluelight Crew
Morning guys. Enjoy your day. 

no worries u only use it 4 pissing so ?![]()
Noticed my next door neighbours have put their house up for sale. Not sure how I feel about this; it's this cunt that called the cops when I jumped out the window and broke my foot. But he's not all bad, and I thought we were getting on pretty well recently. I'm always polite to him, and have helped him out with various things like the special aluminium plug I have for the washing line pole in my garden I don't use, he had his eye on that, and I let him have it without any hesitation. Nice to be nice.
But I'm worried that they're leaving partly to get away from me. I'm not that fucking bad. I keep myself to myself, I don't rape their daughter and I won't rape his wife, she's a minger anyway. But there is a small town mentality here and one of the first things he said to me when I moved in was that he was glad they weren't building more council houses over the road because it would bring "druggies". Ha! Fuck you, you're neighbour is a druggie. He's a fucking Christian, not an OK one like raas but a sanctimonious, parsimonious, holier than thou, that's the neighbourhood going to the dogs sort of Christian. Basically a narrow minded twat. So I'm glad to see the back of him, but on the other hand I really don't want to have people move away just because I'm here. I'm not dangerous, except perhaps to myself. I won't lead your womenfolk astray or steal your tins of beans. Maybe I'm imagining it. Anyway it's on my mind. Now I feel I have to get my door fixed as it's still got the "knocked in by the police" chipboard panel, that won't help with viewings. Or maybe not, maybe it'll mean I get a neighbour who realises that people are just people and if they have been through hard times then that's not indicative of their moral standing. Maybe. Fingers crossed.
Just read an article saying the cast of 12 Years A Slave should clean up at the Oscars - awful that people still think like that in 2014.
Noticed my next door neighbours have put their house up for sale. Not sure how I feel about this; it's this cunt that called the cops when I jumped out the window and broke my foot. But he's not all bad, and I thought we were getting on pretty well recently. I'm always polite to him, and have helped him out with various things like the special aluminium plug I have for the washing line pole in my garden I don't use, he had his eye on that, and I let him have it without any hesitation. Nice to be nice.
But I'm worried that they're leaving partly to get away from me. I'm not that fucking bad. I keep myself to myself, I don't rape their daughter and I won't rape his wife, she's a minger anyway. But there is a small town mentality here and one of the first things he said to me when I moved in was that he was glad they weren't building more council houses over the road because it would bring "druggies". Ha! Fuck you, you're neighbour is a druggie. He's a fucking Christian, not an OK one like raas but a sanctimonious, parsimonious, holier than thou, that's the neighbourhood going to the dogs sort of Christian. Basically a narrow minded twat. So I'm glad to see the back of him, but on the other hand I really don't want to have people move away just because I'm here. I'm not dangerous, except perhaps to myself. I won't lead your womenfolk astray or steal your tins of beans. Maybe I'm imagining it. Anyway it's on my mind. Now I feel I have to get my door fixed as it's still got the "knocked in by the police" chipboard panel, that won't help with viewings. Or maybe not, maybe it'll mean I get a neighbour who realises that people are just people and if they have been through hard times then that's not indicative of their moral standing. Maybe. Fingers crossed.
Herbs are being grown commercially in former World War Two air raid shelters under south London.
Richard Ballard and Steven Dring have been conducting trials in the tunnels below the Northern Line, near Clapham North, for the past 18 months.
get to fuck raas. I called you nice as well. for a christian.