
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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Long after the aformentioned fair mugging, I was living in Basingstoke.
After one particularly heavy night on the ale I was staggering home whilst on the phone to a similarly drunk mate when I was accosted by 4 chav youths looking to grab my Sony Ericsson 8R1CK.
Now, I'm not one to let go of my possessions lightly, especially when the Red Hand Gang are looking to rough me up.
So when the first one swung for me, I grabbed his arm and head butted him, at which two of the little rascals legged it, not expecting me to fight back.
Then the other lad tried to have a go, so I grabbed him by the neck, and butted his head into the first failed assailant's, busting his nose.
Their comment 'we're gonna smash your fookin face in' wasn't quiet as prescient as they had hoped.
It was a shite phone, too.
( , Sat 17 Jun 2006, 12:44, Reply)
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