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CENSORED The next day I ran into a girl who looked 20 in a hotel room i had booked which mysteriously became mistaken with hers and I had coincidentally ordered the night before. I couldn't help but think of Brian and my emotions got the best of me.
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It all started in
September 1998 (No Earlier) with Brian Laudrup. I could not resist him in my cool
new gangsta threads so i closed my eyes and guided his head to
my......................well he ended up slapping me and hopping a plane out of
Chelsea.....The offer's still open........Brian.
A couple months
later and I had recovered from a nasty bout of Jaundice and returned to work. The only
problem was........No Brian. I ran into a state of confusion and found myself
staring at the pigeons on the pitch of Stamford Bridge. I had nothing to live for and my
fortunes would soon turn grim.
As it turned out, The girl had told her parents. She was 15 after
all. Bollocks I said, but they didn't believe me. They also had an assault charge.
They just didn't realise the girl had harmed my pigeons. Sparkles turned out
with a broken wing because of that. Shame on their wretched family. As things
turned out, they sent some guy from the club who makes 1/8 of what I make to go
talk about what happened in graphic detail. What he
said was totally false and I'm making sure that this bloke gets pissed on by Celestine
Babayaro.
So then I was
hauled away. It was good at first I was able to look at the fine neck of this guard.
Perhaps he would be watching over me. Anyways the situation turned grim- I
ended up in a cell with Butch Golinderandervich. A convicted paedophile, much like
myself only not like myself..........One of these days I'll tell you what happened but the
future is unwritten.