Well, it's about time I told you about the unusual encounter I had this morning.This Scottish tramp accosted me asking for 10p, nothing unusual there, but he claimed to have been, unil recently, head of a large bank. For some reason I believed him and so bundled him into an alleyway, kicked him to the ground and tore his trousers from him. Well, he knew what was coming and was already engorged and I immediately fell on him, slobbering like a rabid husky.
It turns out the rumours were true, and he did spluff Scottish £100 notes and now I'm as rich as fuck!
(It turns out the rumours were true, and he did spluff Scottish £100 notes and now I'm as rich as fuck!
Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Tue 14 Oct 2008, 13:13,
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which is handy, as you'll need a wedge of cash to pay for the dry cleaning bill...
The Great Architect is still waiting for his account to be deleted on,
Tue 14 Oct 2008, 13:14,
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