Mugged
Your Ginger Fuhrer was telling me the other night about going out in Birmingham after finishing a shift working in a bar. Very drunk, still dressed in his bar uniform, our fearless leader was mugged.
They stole his green stick-on bow tie.
( , Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
Your Ginger Fuhrer was telling me the other night about going out in Birmingham after finishing a shift working in a bar. Very drunk, still dressed in his bar uniform, our fearless leader was mugged.
They stole his green stick-on bow tie.
( , Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
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Almost mugging and granny kicking ass
My Nan goes on about a billion holidays a year,and earlier this year she went to Egypt,which apparently is full of people trying to get your money.
Her and a group of pensioner friends were wandering about in the town when a greasy little Egyptian bloke slimed up and offered to show them around. They politely declined,but he followed them around anyway. My Nan then decided she wanted to find a cash machine,so she asked the little guy,who dierected her to one,at the top of a flight of stairs.
As my Nan started getting her money out,she noticed the guy was right up close behind her,peering over her shoulder. She asked him to go away,and he moved about a milimetre back. She asked again,another miniscule step.
So then,my Nan,with her grey hair,lavender coloured clothing and handbag full of softmints and tissues,pushed the little git down the flight of stairs. Walked off. Left him there.
Ass kicked by an OAP. HAH.
( , Fri 16 Jun 2006, 11:40, Reply)
My Nan goes on about a billion holidays a year,and earlier this year she went to Egypt,which apparently is full of people trying to get your money.
Her and a group of pensioner friends were wandering about in the town when a greasy little Egyptian bloke slimed up and offered to show them around. They politely declined,but he followed them around anyway. My Nan then decided she wanted to find a cash machine,so she asked the little guy,who dierected her to one,at the top of a flight of stairs.
As my Nan started getting her money out,she noticed the guy was right up close behind her,peering over her shoulder. She asked him to go away,and he moved about a milimetre back. She asked again,another miniscule step.
So then,my Nan,with her grey hair,lavender coloured clothing and handbag full of softmints and tissues,pushed the little git down the flight of stairs. Walked off. Left him there.
Ass kicked by an OAP. HAH.
( , Fri 16 Jun 2006, 11:40, Reply)
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