I need to leave this life!

[TheCount]

I had to stop a Cocaine dealer from beating my brother up tonight, he accused my Brother of stealing some he had dropped while in the pub.
My little Brother don't even know what the F*@ck it looks like, I waited till he went into the toilet and asked him what his problem was, I told him if i ever caught him speaking to my Brother again I'd shorten his lifespan.

I now feel like Public enemy No'1

God I hate this Country

[wilson]

Gooooooo Count! becareful mate, your only what 60kg's! for a nominal fee ill sort your problem for yer!

Aye,
wilson

[Cronkilla]

Oh oh, can i come??
Im always up for a bit of bar fighting

Jokes aside id love to beat everyone like the afore mentioned 'dumbass' with a large metal pole. Theres no reason for drugs,if you need drugs to have a good time you need to get out more i say.

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[El Prez]

Count 'IA' stands for Immediate Action, yes stand up for your brother, but remember my fav saying 'Don't get mad get even'. You need to have a very quiet word with the publican, out of office hours when nobody will know you have been there, identify the toe rag and then have another quiet word in your local nick. They need every tad of info available. IF your publican has any sense he will do this himself otherwise his licence will be voided.
Then call in the cavalry.

[peter johnson]

Well no 1 Count, I reckon if you hate this country bad enough get on the next boat plane out of here. OR do something about it, apart from what u have so far tone.
I totally agree with the comments about having a quiet word etc, and informing your local police. (They do listen and act when and where they can)
Having nearly lost a son to drugs and now a grandson, I know how you must feel about it all.
It makes my blood boil when i walk down my old street and see the luxury that the local dealer/baron lives in. I am convinced that somewhere someone is much more cleverer than they are.
So if you know of someone let me know.

[bootneck]

with regards to the Police wanting to listen, and sort the problem of drugs out, well, not in Derbyshire, they`re all sat in Asda, the local Esso Garage, or wherever else they can loaf about till its time they go off shift. We have a drug dealer living close to me, I heard gunshots one evening, and apparently, the guy was teaching his runners how to handle weapons. I belled the local Plod, ( and thats how i see them) and as i was talking to them, and being asked how i thought it was a gunshot, another shot rang out. Crikey, said telephone operator, and patched me through to the armed response team. ART arranged for me to meet them out of view, (half a mile away) and then asked me why I thought it was a gunshot.We Have two ART cars at the ends of the road, go home and leave it to us, that was about 10 months ago, and guess what, yep, they still haven`t been, so sod the plod, sort it yourself!!

[Artist]

Let us all cut out the crap.........STRING THE GITS UP!!! nough said.

aye steve evans

[voodoo sprout]

I'd say that while you should definitely try the police, it's almost certainly not worth getting directly involved yourself; the fact that he is a drug dealer at all shows that he won't have any morals worth noting and you could end up quite badly if not dead .

[Wully]

All these dealers should end up dead in the gutter with a big notice around their necks 'I WAS A DRUG DEALER'. It would only need a few of them to be topped and left in the gutter for a couple of days for the message to get through to the remainder. They are the scum of the earth and do not deserve any consideration at all.

[TheCount]

Gooooooo Count! becareful mate, your only what 60kg's! for a nominal fee ill sort your problem for yer!

I'm 71 KG and I can look after myself, a few beers later and some fried chicken and I feel a whole lot better about the situation.

I just wanted to vent my displeasure, there is nothing he can do to me that I cant do in return.

[bootneck]

This guy knows the score, he used to have , shall we say, "Clients", coming all hours of the day and night, supprising what a good slap does, on a nice dark cold wet night, when someone comes out the shadows, and deals justice, nowadays, all he sells is wackey backi