MuggedYour 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.
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chthonic, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
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Don't mess with the OirishMy dad's mate came over from Ireland about 40 odd years ago and has worked as a labourer all his life. He's now in his 70s, built like a bricksh1thouse and the nicest guy you could meet.
One night he was walking his dog through some woods near Blantyre (a salubrious suburb outside of Glasgow), when two neds/chavs decided to mug "an old man walking his dog". Packie has other ideas. He picks up his little yappy dog, and rips a sapling right out of the ground and starts chasing the young miscreants. They bolt, and Packie gives up the chase.
But he's not finished. Instead of going home like most folk would, he hides in the bushes near his house and waits. Eventually one of the two comes swaggering up the road and into the local shop. Packie follows him in and pins the guy by the neck against the wall about a foot off the ground. Needless to say, the wee b'stard shits it and won't be doing that again!
Moral of the story. Don't fcuk with an Irish labourer, no matter how old he is.
Pop. There goes my cherry after much lurking. The length hurt at first, but got better. Now I like it.
(, Fri 16 Jun 2006, 17:43, Reply)
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