Chopper

p*ssy

lol

All of you suck your mums mods can kiss my ass u pussios tryna delete my topic you all no its true LMAO at this forum its f*cking swag, im gone u pussys get a life and go an suck on your dads dildos.Chopper (80.193.200.168)[email protected]://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fusea...endID=166506808

i wrapped up a while back doing about 90 car span out i tried steering into it but it wouldnt stop and i went head on into a barrier it span round about 4 times and hit the opposite side i thought it was the end of me u wont catch me doing those speeds again.

charleys a f*cking sket i hate the bitch she needs to get thrown out

http://www.size-online.co.uk/product.asp?id=3731do i think i would look like a prick if i wore these because im white

thats your banjo string init

please could you tell me the names of these websites that alow me to download custom skins for windows etc including the 'sick toolbars'

how do you get those sick toolbars and that mines just bog standard its weak

i think u cant ride anything with 33bhp or under so u could restrict a 400 to 33bhp and it would be legal, once your insured and that you can de-restrict it again.

lol did he definately do it on purpose then

fink u mean nike rifts

What do u think i have done u prick did u not read it either i clearly said i cant find them.

does anyone know of a good site where i can get some classic 95's cant find them in shops anymore and i cant find them on any websites.

we used to have maths sheds because the school was too trampy for classrooms and it had a stock cupboard in the corner of the room so we pushed this kid in my year in and pushed a huge book shelf in front and it weighed a ton so the kid couldnt get out. he was banging for an hour no lie but when the teachers clocked on they hated him that much because he was an annoying little sh*t they left him in for an extra hour or 2.

we're not your pals. f*cker.well suck your mum then mate u bloody wastemanit truly amazes me everytime on this forum that 1. no one can take a joke, and has a defensive p*ssy lodged in thier cerebrum, and 2. the lack of intelligent comebacks.you need to strool into the nearest WHSmiths and purchase a dictionary you freelance c*nt. you're net worth is about the same as a pile of pissy gravel. f*ck off.u wernt jokin mate and ill bloody kill u mate if u say that again u bloody w*nker.

we're not your pals. f*cker.well suck your mum then mate u bloody wasteman

Ive been here a few weeks now but i havent had a proper chance to introduce meself me names Mark Brandon Read but me pals call me Chopper so call me that.

thats what im sayin

Do I get a criminal record for a caution?If you have been given a caution and you are asked if you have any criminal convictions you can say no. If you are asked whether you have a criminal record you have to say yes - unless it has been 5 years or more since you got the caution.a friend of mine has had literally 20 cautions and he's been on a asbo for the past 2 years and to this day he doesn't have a criminal record. you only get a criminal record when you are charged in court a caution is just a warning.

if u got a caution u dont have a record. at least i hope not ive never been charged ive always got cautions or not enough evidence.

i was goin over a fly over bridge and two crackheads were running across so i had to slam on near enough and the back end swung out and i couldnt control it and i hit the barriers head on and rolled the car. good news is we both came off scratchless tho.

it was only a rover 214 but still thats not the point im just glad im not dead.

i just had a serious f*cking car crash wrote it off head on into a barrier im pissed lol but im lucky to be alive.

I seen some cold nights and bloody daysThey grab and me bullets sprayThey use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this dayMy body is cold steel for realI was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealedUnder car seats they sneak me in clubsBeen in the hands of mad thugsThey feed me when they load me with mad slugsSeventeen precisely, one in my headThey call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with leadI'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many townsOhio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshlyBeat up and battered, they pull me outI watch as niggaz scattered, makin me killBut what I feel it never matteredWhen I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be firedA broken safety, niggaz place me in shelvesunder beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbredKeep me full up with hollow headsAlways I'm in some sh*t, my abdomen is the clipThe barrel is my d*ck, uncircumcisedPull my skin back and c*ck me, I bust off when they unlock meResults of what happens to niggaz shock meI see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tearsfall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for yearsI've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow mePlacin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayedI was laid in a shelf, with a grenadeMet a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zeroHad a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would placewhere he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim himTired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gunBut yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is onI make myself jam right in my owner's handYo, weeks went by and I'm surprisedStill stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hidesBesides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nineThere's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryinCause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clearHe's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder careerYo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelfHis eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on"I felt his palm troubled him shakinSomebody stomped him out, his dome was achinHe placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitinMy creation was for blacks to kill blacksIt's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memoriesBut this time, it's done intentionallyHe walked me outside, saw this catCocked me back, said, "Remember me?"He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrongKnowing niggaz is waiting in hell for 'imHe squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the bloodSick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudgeWhat the other kid did was pull out, no doubtA newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chaseMy owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fastI didn't know he was hit, it's over withHeard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is cominNow I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab meDamn!