drippy cockpiss | Confidence

"The trouble with you," Roger said, "is you've got no self-confidence - you worthless little shitcreep."
"I don't know what you mean," I told him.
"Well look at you. The way that you carry yourself, your clothes, the way that you talk - you come across as a prize bollock-handler."
"Do you really think so?" I said.
"Of course I think so, you retarded arsepiss fountain."
"What do you think I should do, then?" I asked.
"For fuck's sake!" Roger said, somewhat impatiently, "Get fucking confident. Don't be such a dozy, care-in-the-community, shit-shovel-faced wank-handle."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and then maybe you might get somewhere. Oh, and can you lend me twenty quid?"