A serail drunark who continuously gets smashed, hits on women
well above his league, tries anxiously to phone his on/off girlfriend and repeatedly crashes out due to exuberant use of a glass of
beer. Welcome to the
world of the spatch-cock.
1
beer: Marc says "hows life guys?"
2 beers: Marc says "fuck off ya bawbag"
3 beers: Marc says "Your a chamsie shatner"
4 beers: Marc says " They all want it, every last one of them!"
several beers later: After picking 3 fights with his own pals, Marc decides to wander aimlessly through the night club, hiccupping on his journey, trying to find the nicest girl to get slapped from. "Marc, you alright?"
"Im fine ya cunt"
"gie that burd
peace, shes not interested!"
"they all want me, hiccup"
"Marc, were going hame, come on"
"
aye wait up, I hate yous, I hate yous
aw"
"
Aye, very good Marc, ya spatch-cock"
