Yeah can imagine him pulling out a huge bag of white powder "naa then ya bunch of fackin mugs, this rite ere is real blokes shit. Daan my fackin way the call it fackin' danny powda. Yeh thats right, arfta me, danny fackin dyer" Sniffs a huge line, sits back "i aint even fackin twatted bois, gear just dont touch me" then someone gives him a line of real coke and properly fucks him up. Just tears his shirt off and screams into the air "IM DAAAANNNYYY FAAACCCKKIN DYYYEERRR!" Im not sure if he does take himself seriously i agree. I mean, surely he cant? If he wasnt so pumped up full of gravy 24/7 then im sure we would see a very different man.
Riiiiiight ive got some ket, tiny bit of h left, kratom and some pyrazolam. Just need to work out which order to do them in. Probs try and k-hole first, so im gonna head off i think. Will go for a shit later and shit out all of the drugs ive consumed to avoid a comedown. As well as flushing my system for when i consume 5 pints of gravy for the Slough talent show tomorrow.