MuggedYour Ginger Fuhrer was telling me the other night about going out in Birmingham after finishing a shift working in a bar. Very drunk, still dressed in his bar uniform, our fearless leader was mugged.
They stole his green stick-on bow tie.
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chthonic, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
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he picked the wrong guy to f*ck withFriend of a friend story. We'll call the friend's friend Chuck.
Chuck was walking in San Francisco late one night, about 9 years ago, when he was stopped by a fellow who wished to relieve him of his valuables. Chuck, being a professional dancer and therefore rippling with limber, sinewy muscles, decided to defend himself rather than part with his wallet.
So the mugger shot and killed him.
Looks like Chuck picked the wrong mugger to f*ck with.
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madrabbit is fully prepared, Thu 22 Jun 2006, 0:34,
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