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( , Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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A pal of mine is a somewhat unemployable chap so he was trying to put his horticulture qualifications to good use by growing pot. I don’t endorse this, especially as it was funded by proper East End gangsters – all in all a very foolish enterprise. What made it worse is that the other non-gangster in the scheme went to see a fucking psychic last Friday and came away convinced they were going to be busted, and took it upon himself to cut all their plants up into little pieces and flush them down the lavatory without first mentioning his intentions to my chum. 600 plants, value: many, many thousands of pounds, all gone.
So due a mixture of cretinous medieval superstition, unjustified paranoia and a bit of a mental breakdown on the part of this idiot, wholly innocent friend had to go for a bollocking at 9am yesterday during which idiot boy had a pistol wrapped round his head and my pal though they were going be shot.
a) don’t do it, kidz, it ain’t worf it, and
b) all sounds more than a little ‘Guy Ritchie’ doesn’t it?
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 11:51, 90 replies, latest was 14 years ago)

Also how long does it take to cut up and flush 600 plants?
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 11:54, Reply)

He's retarded. It took him the best part of the weekend.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 11:57, Reply)

He thinks he's being bugged and all that - when three Irish labourers came into the pub they were in he broke out in a cold sweat and started going 'see - look, they're onto us' etc.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 11:58, Reply)

On the way back from watching Fulham in Turin (and no sleep for four days) he genuinely believed the bloke behind him in the queue at passport control was an undercover copper out to get him (he was on a football ban at the time see), who then followed him on the flight to Edinburgh, the bus from Edinburgh Airport to the city centre, Edinburgh to Newcastle on the train and that he was following us as we walked round Newcastle.
There was no one there. At any point at all.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:02, Reply)

Was there much Mockney Wideboy posturing? Someone threatened with a sex toy? Someone called a "Fackin' Cant!"?
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 11:56, Reply)

Just because he's a criminal doesn't mean he has to be black!
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:00, Reply)

I think I might be a secret racist :(
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:02, Reply)

( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:05, Reply)

in just seven days i can make you a proper racist. don't delay, send off for your FREE[1] racist action pack today
[1] not free
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 13:23, Reply)

Twas pleasure meeting you on Monday, even though it took a bloody mary and an obscene amount of coffee to make me feel normal yesterday.
I have to go back to work now. Sad times
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:07, Reply)

We managed to stomach some fried breakfast then stopped for many pasties on route back up. That and obscene amounts of pop
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:08, Reply)

*No really, you are aren't you? I can tell. OH GOD DON'T HURT ME!*
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:00, Reply)

everyone knows the police don't show up in psychic visions.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 11:56, Reply)

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 11:57, Reply)

It's only the old men that get stabbed.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 11:59, Reply)

The missus has just come back with the car and is close to breaking point. She had to dig herself out of the estate this morning, traverse hideously slippy roads, and has now had to dig herself back in to park because some cunt with a Chelsea tractor who doesn't even fucking live here has decided to park like a total arse and straddle the last two remaining parking spaces.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:17, Reply)

Bizarrely it seems a lot better where we are even though its only about 10 miles away. Just had an EPIC drive to London and back which was fucking knackering. Some cunt nicked my parking space outside my house too when I got back.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:20, Reply)

The not getting to work bit is fine, as I can work from home (and not spend hours travelling to boot), but I'm supposed to be driving to Berwick on Friday to pick my Dad up and deliver Christmas presents. I'm not holding out much hope of getting there at the moment.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:23, Reply)

Plus, I assume that everyone in That London knows Danny Dyer.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:04, Reply)

Bet the cunt speaks BBC english behind closed doors.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:08, Reply)

The man is brilliant. Purely for comedy reasons, mind.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:09, Reply)

He should have given the plants to cancer patients, or even the fucking homeless.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 11:59, Reply)

Or to the gangsters.
He has to pay them five grand by Friday "or else". He can't even pay his rent, the turd.
Amusingly if they did get 'busted' the boy would be in a lot less trouble than he's in right now. They'd probably just get a fine.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:03, Reply)

That is quite a significant amount of money to find by Christmas eve.
Have they got a plan?
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:06, Reply)

but it loses, and as they're leaving, shitting themselves and tearing up the ticket, a benevolent millionaire (who used to be a bit of a tearaway himself) goes past, catches wind of their plight, and gives them the moneys, with some to spare for drugs and dancing girls.
It was a boss film.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:08, Reply)

( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:13, Reply)

Hilarity ensues.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:14, Reply)

Wife Swap.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:17, Reply)

Are you sure you haven't hallucinated yourself into a shit Christmas movie, Monty?
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:09, Reply)

Last night, he and I agreed on music.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:10, Reply)

It's actually real. I've met one of the wrong'uns myself. Entertaining but fucking scary.
*shakes head wearily*
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:15, Reply)

Then having it stolen by some teenagers in a stolen Audi. They're then caught as they despair and taken to a disused warehouse, where the plead for their kneecaps. Just then a dog runs in and in the resulting comical scuffle the Big Boss Man shoots himself in the nadgers, falls off one of those warehouse walkways and crashes into a skip full of miscast rubber cocks and dies.
They then follow the dog and find that a crashed Audi containing the dead teenage scrotes along with their stolen money (which isn't really theirs as they stole it anyway) and they all live happily ever after.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:11, Reply)

wash his hands of his imbecile friend.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:12, Reply)

One of the gangsters likes him a lot. He is also the one with the skills so if they want to do another job they need him.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:14, Reply)

Thank fuck for him, eh?
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:15, Reply)

All because he couldn't be fucked to get a job like a normal person...
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:17, Reply)

( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:06, Reply)

600 plants with an average 'dro yield of 3ozs = 1,800 ounces.
Medium quality weed is approx 140 quid per oz. (Is that about right considering the London weighting?)
That is .25 million street value.
These 'gangsters' must be a bit miffed.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:07, Reply)

They weren't that far into the job, so that value would have been the projected rather than actual sum, though.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:13, Reply)

...investment on the projected yield returning a considerable sum, rather than any love of horticulture.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:19, Reply)

She's very genereous
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:31, Reply)

or counting the fingers
*heavy breathing*
HE HASN'T GOT?
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:13, Reply)

You need to remember that these East End gangsters love their muvvers and they are the salt of the earth.
They'd do anyfink for anyone.
Gertcha.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:02, Reply)

all my chum needed to do was play a solo on the spoons and kick-start a knees-up and all would have been well.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:07, Reply)

( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:08, Reply)

except instead of growing pot for gangsters, he set up a small printing business in his spare room and declared his intentions to trade to HMRC.
See, you don't have to live in London, sorry LAHANDAN, to meet interesting people.
*crunches carrot*
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:06, Reply)

Or did he do most of it online in a satisfactorily stress free manner?
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:13, Reply)

FIGHT THE POWER
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:25, Reply)

I went to private school with a proto-Knight of the Knight crime family. He kicked me in the cock one time, the ruffian. Apparently he's now following in the family business of making a living outside the law and then fleeing the country as the net tightens. Wierdly enough his sister is one of the nicest people I've met...
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:14, Reply)

I've been informed that in the half second he was distracted by the appearance of a policeman, the bouncer decided to rearrange his face, and pretty much put his fist through it, taking the little shit off his feet, landing on the back of his head.
He woke up in hospital with a broken nose, a fractured jaw, several missing teeth, and one hell of a headache. Add to that, he's now got a police caution to his name, and it wasn't the brightest idea ever. He always was a fucking cunt though.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:21, Reply)

( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:50, Reply)

The reason I posted it is because it sounds fucking ridiculous.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 13:13, Reply)

why it is that I would make this story up? It was for the entertainment of my chums on /OT, I'm not some 'QOTW liar'.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 13:25, Reply)

And frankly, if it's a lie and it's on QOTW...
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 13:40, Reply)

I'm slightly miffed that I am being lumped in with the autists and liars. I'm simply not either.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 14:24, Reply)

Your 'pal' got stoned off his tits and imagined all of this.
And by 'pal' I mean you, and 'imagined' I mean made up.
( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 12:59, Reply)

( , Wed 22 Dec 2010, 13:44, Reply)
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