“Ought to be nailed to a bench by your cock!” I says. “Mobile,” Tony confirmed. I stuck in a bit of harmony like you do. “Of course we fucking can!” Inspector Head insisted, “Jesus wept!”
“I’ll have to ask Mr Head,” Sandra asked and paused, “Perhaps tomorrow?”
“Turn the bloody speaker phone on,” Inspector Head insisted. No, keep it real that’s what the fat bastard says, though, come party conference maybe it will me leading is to victory, probably call me the thin cunt. “Four X not triple!” Jenkins said, “Have you pumping spunk like a fire engine it will, only fifty nine pounds ninety nine pee.”
“Oh,” said the Pedo
“Plus Vat,” Jenkins said, “And a tenner for delivery.”
“Well,” said the Pedo. “Fucking hard work,” I said, “Being Police Commissioner, fucking difficult finding the time to spend all me money what with thirteen thousand for doing fuck all on the council and now ninety grand for sorting you cunts out.”
“You said your priorities were Pedophiles and Prostitution,” the Inspector said, “Have you any ideas what to do about prostitution?”
“One or two,” I says, “Careers advice, see of a girls pug ugly it’s no good her going on the game, yet if she’s gorgeous what the fuck is the point in going to university and doing Law for seven ears as she can make more on
