Jeff: Hey anyone up for some bandos Blair: I'll come I'm bringing d long

The boys walked past the house of old man Thompson, the neighborhood porch dick, who always assumed they were up to no good.

1.'who fancies going to the pub?'
'upfors'
2.'fancy Bognor this summer?'
"aw upfors!'

You wouldn't be standing upfor him if any of that was true.

How did it get me to stop? By doing whatever the fuck I wanted it to do. I could sit everyone who works there down in from of me (in a line) and piss on their faces and when I switched from one person to the next; they would push their heads together so as not to waste a single drop of the liquid gold that they know is worth more than their shitty empty lives. And then they would thank me.