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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Paris, FranceAfter a night out on the lash, I came up with the bright idea of scoring some grass. Not knowing any French didn't put me off, so off I stumbled asking the dodgiest looking geezer I could find.
He agreed and off we walked. He said "wait here", and came back two minutes later handing me a little bag of grass. Despite being totally pissed I could tell that it wan't grass of the Mary Jane variety, but grass as in the Wimbledon tennis variety.
It was at this point that I realised he was putting his hand in my pocket to steal my money.
When he clocked I knew, he did a quick grab and ran away with the ten quid or so in my pocket. It then dawned on me I had a half drunk pint of lager I'd stolen from the bar in my inside coat pocket which would make a great projectile.
Having beer in it was the only problem, so I quaffed it and trundled off home. Anyway, not an over exciting finish, but if he'd stuck his hand in my socks he'd have found the £200 or so, I'd secreted away before looking about.
(, Sat 17 Jun 2006, 16:05, Reply)
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