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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2 occasions of potential mugging...
First time I didn't quite clock on...I was 12 and VERY naive...even told the buggers my name. They said they were 12 as well (not sure but possibly a foot taller and facial hair...
They asked me if they could have a look in the plastic bag I was holding, I obliged...they looked, they gave it back and said ' ALright mate, have a good day'
It was full of house cds...I just thought they were quite friendly guys...but they obviously thoguht the music was worthless...jokes on them, it's awesome! :-D
Second time...on my way to school...I think I was 16...this guy meets me un a little tunnel under this bridge in Deptford and this happens:
Twat: Gimme your Phone
Me: I ain't got a phone
Twat: What ya LYING for?! (hand down trousers)
Me: What?
Twat: You want me to clip it?
Me: What?
Twat: You want me to load it?! (implying he had a gun...or was gonna spunk on me...
Me: Piss off
Twat: Argiht gimme a pound!
Me: I ain't got a pound
Twat: Stop LYIN man!
Me: **Starts to walk off**
Twat: Yeah yeah you keep walkin!
Me: Go on, shoot me right here **point at back of my head**
Guess what...he didn't shoot me
Nowadays I don't worry abotu anyone really...can't fight for sheisse but being 6ft 1, having a fairly mean glance and not being the weediest of guys (before you get the wrong idea, it's not even muscle, but they can't tell that) No-one wants to pick a fight with me really...
( , Fri 16 Jun 2006, 14:10, Reply)
First time I didn't quite clock on...I was 12 and VERY naive...even told the buggers my name. They said they were 12 as well (not sure but possibly a foot taller and facial hair...
They asked me if they could have a look in the plastic bag I was holding, I obliged...they looked, they gave it back and said ' ALright mate, have a good day'
It was full of house cds...I just thought they were quite friendly guys...but they obviously thoguht the music was worthless...jokes on them, it's awesome! :-D
Second time...on my way to school...I think I was 16...this guy meets me un a little tunnel under this bridge in Deptford and this happens:
Twat: Gimme your Phone
Me: I ain't got a phone
Twat: What ya LYING for?! (hand down trousers)
Me: What?
Twat: You want me to clip it?
Me: What?
Twat: You want me to load it?! (implying he had a gun...or was gonna spunk on me...
Me: Piss off
Twat: Argiht gimme a pound!
Me: I ain't got a pound
Twat: Stop LYIN man!
Me: **Starts to walk off**
Twat: Yeah yeah you keep walkin!
Me: Go on, shoot me right here **point at back of my head**
Guess what...he didn't shoot me
Nowadays I don't worry abotu anyone really...can't fight for sheisse but being 6ft 1, having a fairly mean glance and not being the weediest of guys (before you get the wrong idea, it's not even muscle, but they can't tell that) No-one wants to pick a fight with me really...
( , Fri 16 Jun 2006, 14:10, Reply)
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