Going Too FarEver 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...
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chthonic, Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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Never leave home, kidsNot me, but a good friend of mine, who we shall call D.
D moved into uni halls up here in Scotland during his first year, residing with a bunch of guys he had never met before.
For the first few months, he got fairly friendly with a couple of the guys in the flat, except for one Geordie lad who was a bit quiet(Can't remember his name, so I'll call him G). Anyway, D and the other guys in the house enjoyed gettin shitfaced and making Coke-bottle bongs, whereas the quiet G fellah, just seemed to sit around the flat all day, not doing much work, keeping himself to himself.
One night, everyone from the flat was out on a particularly heavy bender. My mate D went home early rather the worse for wear, and G had disappeared off somewhere.
Fast forward to later that night, and two of the other guys in the flat are returning home, drunk and stoned. They decide that it would be fun to mess about with G's car as a "joke". This joke involved slashing his tyres, breaking off his wing mirrors and windscreen wipers. (There might have been a shit-on-the-bonnet episode, I can't remember.)
This quite clearly was taking it too far.
However....
G returns home even later than the pranksters, obviously to find his nearly new Corsa looking properly fucked. D is sitting in the living area, sees G stroll into the house, into the kitchen, collect a large kitchen knife, walk through to one of the car-molesters' bedrooms and calmly stab him in the stomach, before walking out and heading off to bed.
Obviously the Police and Ambulance were all involved from this point, the guy didn't die or anything. Turns out that G had a couple of court appearances due back in Newcastle, previous sexual assault convictions, and there was no record of him attending any classes at the Uni in Scotland i.e. he was a fucking nutter, albeit a fairly reserved, poilte fucking nutter. Naturally, he got put away for it, and my mate D thought that it might be best to get his own place. (I'm assuming that his flatmates gave up their motor-bashing antics as well)
Length? You should have seen the size of the fucking kitchen knife...
(, Wed 15 Nov 2006, 12:18, Reply)
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