Local Criminals
My friend grew up in Gloucester and claims that Fred West was well liked by her parents. Tell us some tales of your local criminals. Did you live next door to Ronnie Biggs? Did Harold Shipman murder your nan? Or perhaps you live in the same town as the shoplifting seagull.
( , Wed 21 Sep 2016, 8:38)
My friend grew up in Gloucester and claims that Fred West was well liked by her parents. Tell us some tales of your local criminals. Did you live next door to Ronnie Biggs? Did Harold Shipman murder your nan? Or perhaps you live in the same town as the shoplifting seagull.
( , Wed 21 Sep 2016, 8:38)
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Miss "J" sometimes gets stabby
2 doors down from me lives a quiet lady who spends most of her waking time either shopping with her dad or in the house with her headphones on.
About 15 years ago she was living a normal life until her partner decided to fuck her best friend. Catching them literally in the act of "Hide the Porky" resulted in her grabbing a knife and stabbing him to death there and then. Obviously this was a bit of a no-no; J was sectioned and was found to have massive anger swings so a swift prescription of pills and regular monitoring etc come into play. A few years past of good behavior and taking into account she now has no reason to get all "Chucky" she's been given a house in public and allowed to mingle again.
In fairness I get on great with her, you know, when she's not stabbing. And also when her old friend wasn't visiting.
She had a "lover" for a bit called Ernie. I'll call him this as he's dead now (poor bugger died of cancer about 5 years ago) but at least he went out with a bang. He used to regularly turn up at her house shouting for her from outside and occasionally going in for dodgy sex. Sometimes they didn't even bother going in the house; they'd just fuck in the front garden ("Morning! Lovely weather we're having here! Ah, I see you've gone for the doggy classic, excellent choice sir, by the way, green bags this week.")
She still lives there and keeps to herself, although the last thing I heard was she was in a relationship with some prison guy in America by mail. Stabby.
( , Fri 7 Oct 2016, 18:14, 3 replies)
2 doors down from me lives a quiet lady who spends most of her waking time either shopping with her dad or in the house with her headphones on.
About 15 years ago she was living a normal life until her partner decided to fuck her best friend. Catching them literally in the act of "Hide the Porky" resulted in her grabbing a knife and stabbing him to death there and then. Obviously this was a bit of a no-no; J was sectioned and was found to have massive anger swings so a swift prescription of pills and regular monitoring etc come into play. A few years past of good behavior and taking into account she now has no reason to get all "Chucky" she's been given a house in public and allowed to mingle again.
In fairness I get on great with her, you know, when she's not stabbing. And also when her old friend wasn't visiting.
She had a "lover" for a bit called Ernie. I'll call him this as he's dead now (poor bugger died of cancer about 5 years ago) but at least he went out with a bang. He used to regularly turn up at her house shouting for her from outside and occasionally going in for dodgy sex. Sometimes they didn't even bother going in the house; they'd just fuck in the front garden ("Morning! Lovely weather we're having here! Ah, I see you've gone for the doggy classic, excellent choice sir, by the way, green bags this week.")
She still lives there and keeps to herself, although the last thing I heard was she was in a relationship with some prison guy in America by mail. Stabby.
( , Fri 7 Oct 2016, 18:14, 3 replies)
I get on great with her
Wouldn't make truffle butter with her though in her front garden, fuck no.
( , Fri 7 Oct 2016, 18:35, closed)
Wouldn't make truffle butter with her though in her front garden, fuck no.
( , Fri 7 Oct 2016, 18:35, closed)
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