Housos vs. Authority Page #2

F***in' go, Franky!

Go f***in' under it!

F***in' under it!

F***!

- Stop the cops, mate!

- F*** off!

I wanna block the coppers, mate!

Arggh!

Park your f***in' vehicle properly,

will ya, ya fuckwit!

I got a f***ed motor brain,

ya f***in' mongrel dog!

- Get the little prick!

- Come here, ya little f***!

Too slow, mate! Too slow!

Big Wheels! Give us a lift, mate.

Turn around! The cops are comin'!

- Get on, get on.

- Go!

- Wanna buy some rack, man, or what?

- No, man, just a lift.

If you wanna know why the coppers

are after Franky, well, it's simple.

'Cause he's always doin' stupid sh*t.

Have a bit of a suiz at what he did

yesterday 'cause he was bored.

I am the cop hunter!

What the f*** is he doing?

- Ahhhh!

- Ahhhhhh!

Ohh!

How did I miss them?!

Alcohol.

That's why they say

don't drink and drive.

It affects accuracy.

Ha!

Look on that, mate!

Not even a scratch, mate!

And I did it 'cause I hate authority,

mate! I hate it!

Sunnyvale, mate!

Sunnyvale for life, mate.

Yeah!

You're f***in' mental!

F***, what's mental about that?

Oh, I think I might have sh*t meself!

Come back here, ya little f***!

- Where'd he f***in' go?

- F***ed if I know.

Ask these coconuts.

They might have f***in' seen him.

Oi!

Did you see a little guy

run through here

with his hat on backwards, little

poofy shorts and f***in' thongs on?

Why don't youse just piss off

and go catch some real criminals

instead of comin' down here

and scarin' my kids, ya dogs?!

What the f*** do you think

we're trying to do, ya stupid scrag!

Oi, don't talk to my missus like that,

bro.

That's Dazza's other best mate, Kev,

and his missus, Vanessa.

She's not a bad bird,

but she's always on about her arse.

You two lazy pigs are just jealous, eh,

that you'll never

get this f***in' arse, eh?!

The f***in' bestest arse

in Sunnyvale, mate!

The bestest arse in f***in' Sunnyvale?

I'm surprised it fits

in f***in' Sunnyvale.

- Your head looks like a f***in' arse.

- It's a two-suburber.

I reckon she's got a donkey arse,

and the donkey wants it back.

You can't f***in' sleep there, mate.

Get that f***in' thing out of the way.

- Hey! Where youse off to?

- Oh, we're not ambos, mate!

- Just ring triple-O, ya pillock!

- Come help me!

Oh, sh*t!

Darren, go and get the letters.

I f***in' twisted me knee

when I slipped on the shitty nappy

that you didn't pick up!

You might remember

I did my f***in' hip, too,

which is why I can't work,

so I can't get up

and go and get the mail!

F***! Thanks for caring!

Reg! Get the letters.

The letters.

Tyres!

Why would they steal the f***in' tyres?

Give us back our f***in' tyres,

ya junkies!

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