Wellard

Well, its a bit of a long story really, i dont know where to start. Before most of you knew me I was living in a flat with my first owner, Mr Hammond. I was so happy there, i miss Mr Hammond dearly. Then some goofy fuck called Robbie Jackson comes and spoils everything! He takes me to this place called "wallford"..albert square to be more precise. Thats when all the drama started!I went to live with the Jackson family for a number of years, god it was dismal, i only wish i could speak english as i longed to tell robbie to sort his fucking breath out, christ, it smelled like stale milk and fish heads.Then there was sonia, That fat greedy bitch was always Eating my dog food,i mean i know she's a hound but theres no exuse for it really. Plus to me, her lisp sounds exactly like a dog whistle.. as you can imagine as time goes on this grates on you.Carol was ok, she knew the score.. always had my tea in my favorite bowl, kept me clean, felated me on a weekly basis.. you know the stuff you would expect from any loving owner.As time went on, i grew more and more depressed with my life and turned to drink and drugs..just to pass the time i suppose. Anythings better than being walked by that dosy greasy fucker robbie. Although i was using drink and drugs on a daily basis, none of the "eastenders" seemed to notice.. so this sparked a idea. I could sell drugs.Then gradually in time, raise enough money then flee from that pizza faced cunt robbie.There was numerous clients on albert square for example Bianca loved a good crack pipe, and of course Carol jackson was always impartial to a good skag session. I could go on and on..I will however tell you about one lock in we had in the queen vic, i remember it as if it was yesterday.. There was me, Phil Mitchell, Minty, Cindy Beale and Pat "evans" as she calls herself these days..i remember the good old days when it was Pat Butcher(when she was a whore)She's changed.. Anyways we are just sitting off, having a few pints.. as you do, then to my delight minty pulls out a stocky bag of mdma.. I mean we all knew he was a pothead but none of us knew he was into this kinda jazz.So after we'd consumed the bag,Im sat there in the Vic, Tripping my tits off, thinking the fucking walls are melting and all sort of shit. And On one of his many "toilet"(cocaine) visits phil mitchell stumbles across what he says is a "palm tree with four gold elfs sitting in reading shakespear".....We all are stood there for a good 40 mins discussing what the elfs are upto... where they live..what they eat..who they are related to.. who they was conspiring against..You name it we covered it!In the end it turns out we are all looking at a fucking dart board!Ahhhhh crazy times.. i miss the good old days.Phil if your rading this, get back on the booze.. remember the good times we had?? think about it.Anyways back to my life story.. Robbie finally fucked off (Thank god)so i didnt have to go anywhere really.And since then my life aint too bad, i now live with a guy called guss, apart from him always smelling of rubbish and always writing little poems about me he isnt that bad.He's a bit boring but i suppose he's a nice guy.. Oh yeah i forgot he's in love with sonia too thats another bad point ... what the fuck is he playing at?? He wants to get in there with that stacy slater... she knows how to show aman a good time! .........................Believe me ;) His half brother julius was a good laugh tho we often shared a few spliffs together and sat in the park as we watched the watched the world go by. I could ramble on and on but im going to save some of the juicy stuff for my autobiography... should be in allgood bookstores in a few years time, i keep losing my rough drafts though.... i bet its that daft twat guss thiking its litter.You will probably now be noticing i havent mensioned a significant other, this is because there is a no talent at all round these parts, its full of (forgive the punn) hounds!!.. id have to travel into watford to get a decent shag, and its too much hassle really, public trasports a nightmare these days, (just ask alan bradley) Hey Hey!Oh yeah one last thing, Ian Beale.. mess with me again and it wont be your arse ill be biting next time you fucking squeaky voiced flimsy twat. You have been warned.Well who knows what the future holds for me, This place seems to get stranger by the day.. As long as no dodjy cunts like that "Ferreira" family or them "di marco" pricks moves in, ill be sound.P.s Glad to see robbie is doing so well for himself. Haha MyGen Profile Generator