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http://neema.redhive.com
Neema? Yeah I know Neema. He's not to be underestimated. He's a funny looking fucker I know, but you've got to look past the hair and the cute cuddly thing - it's all a deceptive facade. A few nights ago Neema's Roger Iron busted, so he's gone down the battle cruiser to watch the end of a football game. No one's watching the custard so he switches the channel over. A fat geezer's north opens, and he wanders up and turns the liza over "Now fuck off and watch it somewhere else." Neema knows claret is imminent, but he doesn't want to miss the end of the game, so calm as a coma he picks up the fire extinguisher, walks straight past the jam rolls, who are ready for action and plonks it outside the entrance. He then orders an aristotle of the most ping-pong tiddly in the nuclear sub, and switches back to his foota. "That's it!" "That's fucking what?" says Neema, and he gobs a mouthful of booze covering fatty. He flicks a flaming match into his birds nest, and the geezers lit up like like a leeking gas pipe. Neema,
