#wiganposting

While my wigan field spell is active, pey wet counts as a gravy monster!

I am not crazy! I know he wetted those peas! I knew it was the Trawlerman. the one on Woodhouse Drive. As if I could ever make such a mistake. Never. Never! I just - I just couldn't prove it. He - he covered his tracks, he got that idiot at the chippy shop to fry for him. You think this is something? You think this is bad? This? This Wiganery? He's done worse. That smack barm! Are you telling me that pey wet just happens to fall like that? No! He orchestrated it! Wigan! He gravied a babby's yed! And I ate it! And I shouldn't have. I took it into my own meal! What was I thinking? He'll never change. He'll never change! Ever since he was 9, always the same! Couldn't keep his hands off the Wigan Kebab! But not our Wigan! Couldn't be precious Wigan! Eating them blind! And he gets to be a Wiganer !? What a sick joke! I should've stopped him when I had the chance! And you - you have to stop him!