Sitting in a public bar Billy says to Stan, I'm going to hold my fuckin breath, to see how long I can. That sounds like a good idea, says Stanly with a grin, I'll do it when I've just breathed out, to save me breathing in. So there they sat in silence, neither of them breathin, Pair of cunts said rumrat, its time that I was leaving. Twas just a micro minute, that Stan fell off his chair, but Billy just sat staring, you could see he didn't care. Then suddenly he jumped up, like his arse had just caught fire, I need to fuck off now he cried, My bus pass just expired, but if I nick off straight away, and try to not look bone, I'll keep my thumb across the date, and maybe I'll get home. As he ran towards the door, he felt a stabbing pain, Stan had thrown a stool at him, he was awake again, He ran over to billy, as he laid down there moaning, and snatch poor Billy's bus pass, which started louder groaning. Do you know how many hours I work, to get the fuckin money, to buy myself a fuckin shed, and its not fuckin funny, now Stan has got my buss pass, and that twats self employed, he's got a fuckin pension too, I'm fuckin well annoyed. But Stan he did not give a shit, he was pissed and full of jizz, and with a free ride into town, he could afford to do the bizz, That fuckin wits can fuck off, and poke his sweep stake up his arse, Ive money for a bag off and maybe buy a glass, I think I'll get a sticky green, and if I look a twat, I'll sign the chit in another name, Maybe as rumrat. He's a sarky bastard, I'll fuck im up real soon, I'll get some cunt to beat him up, Now who would kick a coon? Ah yes maybe old frogman, would give the twat a beatin, or even fuckin flagdeck, I'll have to arrange a meetin. Then we'll give the twat some kicks, A nd give the black boy real thick lips. I'll settle scores with wits as well, give him a big green rub, he tells the forum often I'm always in the pub, But i am not a drunkard, i don't care what they think ah bollocks to the lot of them i'm off to get a drink. Meanwhile poor old Billy was struggling to get up Stan had left him lying there he didn't give a fuck but Billy he was fumin and wanted to kill Stan he planned to rip his bollocks off and fry em in a pan then feed them to his fuckin dog, as Stanly watched in awe, then laugh and take the piss all night then tell him to grow more. And so the scene was set now the big fight was under way would Stan stand his corner, or fuck off and run away Stanly's not for runnin he told his flea bit dog and Billy he looks stringy like an undernourished wog. They met at dawn on Stanly's lawn, And like a pair of hatters , they stood and slung the shit around about fuck all that matters, Stanly thew a bun at bill who responded with a draft of lukewarm larger then a slice of shit upon a raft. You sneaky twat said Stanly, And bringing out a tin he threw the lot at billy a load of herrings in. And thus ended the battle and we think it was a draw neither of them standing they couldn't take no more So if you ever go to a branch of RNA and two old cunts start fighting just get out the way Cus if you don't you'll regret it, the language will be rude, and like on all occasions where there's pensioners, there's food.