Going Too Far
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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There was a local retard called Vance....
...who was only a semi-retard, as he had his own flat. We used to hang about in an area which was close to where he resided, and partially got to know him. We ran through a few windups with him, but he wasn't too fussed as for him it meant some company. This was all well and good until I found out he'd been reading this crime thriller book. In fact he'd been praising it in the same kind of way as if it's the first book he ever read.
When he wasn't paying attention I kinda done a naughty and ripped the last chapter out of the book and hid it behind his telly.
When he found out about a week later, he spacked out completely. There is nothing funnier than an angry semi-spack exploding, I can tell you.
( , Mon 13 Nov 2006, 17:57, Reply)
...who was only a semi-retard, as he had his own flat. We used to hang about in an area which was close to where he resided, and partially got to know him. We ran through a few windups with him, but he wasn't too fussed as for him it meant some company. This was all well and good until I found out he'd been reading this crime thriller book. In fact he'd been praising it in the same kind of way as if it's the first book he ever read.
When he wasn't paying attention I kinda done a naughty and ripped the last chapter out of the book and hid it behind his telly.
When he found out about a week later, he spacked out completely. There is nothing funnier than an angry semi-spack exploding, I can tell you.
( , Mon 13 Nov 2006, 17:57, Reply)
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