Parisian Muggers
In december last year i was in paris visiting my freind at uni there. My last night there we proceeded to go out and get well and truely wankered. When we left i decided that i wanted food and wandered off telling my mates that i would meet them on the metro (underground) platform. Somehow i manage to beat them there so i sat down, and rang them to see how long they were going to be. Just after i had hung up i noticed i was surrounded by three yoofs. Two of them sat either side of me with one stood in front. Bearing in mind i was exceptionally drunk and my french speaking abilities consist of a C at gcse, the enirely french conversation went along the lines of "can we borrow your phone?" "i dont have a phone, its in england" and went on like this for a quite a bit until it turned to "give us your phone, or we'll hit you" que drunken stupidity, "i've told ya, my phone's in england" They appeared to lose intrest at this point and leave nicking only my fags until after about 3 minutes of realisation one of my assailents returns to give me my phone back that one of them had managed to nick out of my pocket with out me noticing, saying that it was too old and shit to actually sell and gave me a new pack of fags to appologise for the inconveniance caused

(muchos apologies for general overwhelming size)
(Duff_the_Funky_Chicken, Tue 20 Jun 2006, 13:37, Reply)