Spoooky Coincidence
B3ta's very own Fraser was once a cycle courier. On one job out to docklands his radio gave out, so he had to find a public phonebox to ring back to base.
He'd just located one when it began to ring. Picking it up, it was (obviously) a wrong number, but Fraser recognised the voice. Turned out it was a mate of his he hadn't seen for ages.
What spoooky* coincidences have you encountered?
* spoooky should always have three o's. 100% fact
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:07)
B3ta's very own Fraser was once a cycle courier. On one job out to docklands his radio gave out, so he had to find a public phonebox to ring back to base.
He'd just located one when it began to ring. Picking it up, it was (obviously) a wrong number, but Fraser recognised the voice. Turned out it was a mate of his he hadn't seen for ages.
What spoooky* coincidences have you encountered?
* spoooky should always have three o's. 100% fact
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:07)
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Spooooky labour dream
I dreamt that my heavily pregnant friend had waddled up to me (sorry Nat) in a dream and was said something about having the baby on Wednesday at 4 in the morning. A couple of weeks go by with us joking each Tuesday night. The last Wednesday before she would've had to be induced arrives and she goes into labour at half four in morning. She was not happy with me at all. Oh no.
I also had fun winding up my friend's mum's pikey friend Sue.
She'd been out on the piss and met the love of her life. She wouldn't tell us his name so I had a little fun...
Me: His name's David but everyone calls him Dai.
Sue: Wha..? How did you know?
Me: He drinks cider doesn't he? Stongbow.
Sue: Yes! Do you know him?!
Me: Nah. He also has a tattoo *points* on his arm there.
Sue: Oooh, will you do my cards?
What she failed to grasp is that describes 90% of the male pikeys in Caerphilly.
( , Fri 9 Feb 2007, 13:29, Reply)
I dreamt that my heavily pregnant friend had waddled up to me (sorry Nat) in a dream and was said something about having the baby on Wednesday at 4 in the morning. A couple of weeks go by with us joking each Tuesday night. The last Wednesday before she would've had to be induced arrives and she goes into labour at half four in morning. She was not happy with me at all. Oh no.
I also had fun winding up my friend's mum's pikey friend Sue.
She'd been out on the piss and met the love of her life. She wouldn't tell us his name so I had a little fun...
Me: His name's David but everyone calls him Dai.
Sue: Wha..? How did you know?
Me: He drinks cider doesn't he? Stongbow.
Sue: Yes! Do you know him?!
Me: Nah. He also has a tattoo *points* on his arm there.
Sue: Oooh, will you do my cards?
What she failed to grasp is that describes 90% of the male pikeys in Caerphilly.
( , Fri 9 Feb 2007, 13:29, Reply)
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