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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def. not proud....
Mick the trucker had a v. dodgy taste in wimmin: he was living with C. who had a twin with cancer, while she was away one w/end, he fixed me and him up with 2 skanky wimmin (byatches but goers from goington near gocity) we had a great weekend. when C. returned she spotted that somebody had moved (as in opened/closed and not put back to millimetre precision point-told ya she was odd) her precious curtains-and quite possibly wiped their occk on em too...
anyway the twin had died that weekend. Mick went to the funeral to meet with Hostile siblings of the recently croaked and the irate parents. At the funeral, Mick got the old fish eye and started to protest: older sister smacked him on the back of the head with a hymnal, turning he decked her and a brother, before mum got in a righthander that left a cracking bruise, so he decked her too. Dad then hit him with a haymaker and result: a kick in the balls as a return favour. Eventually the whole family pitched in until the Vicar had to wade in and pull 'em apart, he got a swipe too.
Mick then commented that 'Cancers too fucking goodfor you lot'
At this point the vicar suggested that he leave....
Last seen Mick was on the run after being caught shagging the daughter of another oddity and after she complained, smacking her, and her daughter too. Plod were called.
I think it was this point that I let our friendship lapse....
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 13:26, Reply)
Mick the trucker had a v. dodgy taste in wimmin: he was living with C. who had a twin with cancer, while she was away one w/end, he fixed me and him up with 2 skanky wimmin (byatches but goers from goington near gocity) we had a great weekend. when C. returned she spotted that somebody had moved (as in opened/closed and not put back to millimetre precision point-told ya she was odd) her precious curtains-and quite possibly wiped their occk on em too...
anyway the twin had died that weekend. Mick went to the funeral to meet with Hostile siblings of the recently croaked and the irate parents. At the funeral, Mick got the old fish eye and started to protest: older sister smacked him on the back of the head with a hymnal, turning he decked her and a brother, before mum got in a righthander that left a cracking bruise, so he decked her too. Dad then hit him with a haymaker and result: a kick in the balls as a return favour. Eventually the whole family pitched in until the Vicar had to wade in and pull 'em apart, he got a swipe too.
Mick then commented that 'Cancers too fucking goodfor you lot'
At this point the vicar suggested that he leave....
Last seen Mick was on the run after being caught shagging the daughter of another oddity and after she complained, smacking her, and her daughter too. Plod were called.
I think it was this point that I let our friendship lapse....
( , Tue 14 Nov 2006, 13:26, Reply)
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