John, Cashed Up Peasants Are The Worst Cunts
John, Cashed Up Peasants Are The Worst Cunts! With a foul tongue and half a finger he continued to alternate between smoking and spitting the tobacco from his hand rolled cigarette. John was my boss, there was not much more to say there, with the notion of being laid back, but like the rest of the country harbouring a reality of prejudice, hatred and fear. Mixed with alcohol and drugs he redefined the word volatile.