Fun at the fair, hard man style
Many, many moons ago while I was working during the summer months to fund my university education (a third class degree in Internet Trolling Studies), the fair came to town. The nature of the work was, shall we say, not that mentally challenging and there were some fairly rough blokes working in my team. The most colourful character was a meat head called Ian. He did a lot of weights, which, coupled with his job which consisted of lifting heavy stuff and spitting, meant that he looked like a bit of a hard bastard. He also liked to fight and would do stupid things to get into fights when he was out, like wearing a Fred Flintstone T-shirt into a club and waiting for someone to mention it, so that he could come accross all pseudo East End gangster on them. A complete twunt basically, who attracted others of his ilk like a moist turd attracts flies.
I soon realised that going anywhere with this bloke was not a good idea, but nevertheless, one pay day the whole team ended up at the fair after the pub. Ian strides up to the punch ball game and somehow manages to attain a mediocre score. All of us other blokes resisted the urge to try and outdo him, knowing what a violent knob cheese muncher he was. The skinny looking 16 year old fair ground kid who was watching did not resist though. He strode up to the machine, paid his 50p and smacked the punch ball with panache, outdoing Ian hugley, before winking at him. Ian did not take kindly to this and skipped straight to his best Begbie impression. I would pay money to watch that kid panel Ian again. He calmed down after that, and for all I know he's probably still living with his Mum and eating pasta shapes.
(impossibly witty twat No, YOUR Mum etc etc, Thu 16 Jun 2011, 12:21, 2 replies)

Too many weights, not enough speed work bro.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Thu 16 Jun 2011, 12:25, closed)

Yay!
Cracking fillum.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 16 Jun 2011, 12:32, closed)