
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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I guess it wasnt a "proper" mugging, but a few years ago when i was about 17 my m8 had just got back from holland having smuggles some of hollands finest grass fromt he sweet town of amsterdamn and we sat in a graveyard and smoked it.
We then decided strangley enough to walk down a small teeny lane where the homeless hostel was
two junkies approached us and asked me "what i had on me" all i had was a bottle of blue wicked, so i happily handed it over, they then followed me and my mate for about ten minures til we got to a cash machine and tried to con us out of lifting money and giving it to them Hell no, i thought andbolted like a bitch.
( , Sat 17 Jun 2006, 23:11, Reply)
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