I'm a mong, but i'm a mong with a memory
Back in the summery lovely mornings of err 1997 I was a paperboy who every morning did his round, and got paid buggered all for it. Hurrah.

One morning a lad asked me for the time, not realising immediately the fact theres a big bloody clock at the end of the street, I pulled out my phone and told him the time.

A few minutes later I wander up the backstreet to deliver more, the guy was still at the bottom and partook in some random conversation with loud voices about how it was a nice morning and such... then asked where I had to head off to. I pointed far over, with a big "SHIT AINT IT!" face.

Five minutes later I made it up there and crossed the road to see the guy there... next to a car. Eh? He's looking for a road, and asks if it might be in that quiet little estate off the main road.

Now I'm a bit thick, but not that thick. Told him that the street was DEFINITELY not down there, couldn't help him and rather nervously moved off to the next house.

He followed me into the house's yard and mugged right outside their front door, in broad daylight, in front of a street! Demanded my phone, he pointed to his mates in the car.. gave him that.. then asked for my coat. Now this coat was new, and I liked it.. so I toldhim to fuck off. He didn't expect this, got a bit flustered and told me to bugger off and not look back.

What he didn't know was that I have a photographic memory, so I already knew the car colour, make and most of the reg plate.

Little bastard got reported good and proper
( MCQ Cartoons n' shit: bagowank.com, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 18:08, Reply)