I shall never forget the moonlit night we chased and fed upon the gaggle of chavs we found along Dewsbury Rd. Especially memorable was the moment you ramed that Goldie Lookin' Chain CD up the little prat's arse. I still chuckle to myself remembering how he waddled away screaming as his arse bled, only to get hit by a speeding lori. Although the last one gave a sporting chase, all things come to an end, and scattering his entrails around the Denby Dale round-about was most pleasing. Now i'll leave out the bit on the wacky backy behind Morrison's, but watching you skip rope with a length of intestine was much amusing. Hope this Halloween measures up!