I had a friend lets just call him tramlat he was a sound Gezza and all round shotta of mdma, anyway he once told be he was going on a weekend with the lads in Liverpool, I was really disappointed he picked the uk's biggest shit hole..... I mean hub of culture.
when there he went into a well known shop for a quick scran on 4 half baked sausage rolls upon leaving the shop he bumped into a really nice local called Akinwale Arobieke, this man offered to show tramlat around the city showing him where we could shot the most amount of mdma and in return all he wanted has a sniff of these half baked Michelin star quality pastry items.
I tried my very best to warn tramlat of the dangers of letting a 6ft'5 absolute fucking unit of a man take a sniff of his rolls i really did but it just fell on deaf ears, I guess he felt intimidated by such a fucking Hench Gezza like Mr aki that's his street name, the last thing i ever seen of my life long best friend was mr akis fucking massive hand trying to grab my mans bicep
Years later I still have not come to terms with losing such a dear friend every time I see a pure gym advert i just have flash backs to that fateful day,
This was mr aki after realsing the sausage rolls were vegan