diverdave Posted August 19, 2011 Report Posted August 19, 2011 (edited) Our father, who art in prison, Only mum knows his name, Thy Riots come, read it in the Sun, In Birmingham , as it is in London . Give us this day our Welfare bread And forgive us our looting, As we're happy to loot those who defend stuff against us. Lead us not into employment, but deliver us free housing, For thine is the Spliff, the Blackberry & the Lager, For ever and ever... Innit ! ......................................... sorry - edited the slightly racist bits Edited August 19, 2011 by Paul D Quote
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