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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Last night I had a call from a friend Chris, who'd just received a couple of texts from our mutual friend, a gold-toothed rudeboy from the neighbourhood called Dave. Dave is actually a lovely chap, when we three get together, the banter is excellent, much fun is had.
So Chris was somewhat perturbed to receive a text effectively threatening to kill him by burning his house down, and how Dave's 'boys' were watching him. The next one told him he had until Christmas to relocate, or die.
Obviously this was a little bit upsetting to Chris, so he called Dave and was met with a cheery 'oh, sorry mate! They were meant for someone else - sorry about that!'
Makes you wonder about the secret lives of people you think you know, eh?
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:00, 39 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
Was a little bit weird to say the least
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:03, Reply)
I love the 'cheery' response, as if he had just put 2 sugars in his tea instead of one.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:05, Reply)
like a 'what AM I like?' kind of thing.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:07, Reply)
'ava a banana!
Morning Monty.
i'm from the westcountry, feel free to call me an inbred yokel
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:15, Reply)
I'm from Hampshire originally - my horror at this tale betrays my 'fish-out-of-water' status amongst the local villains...
You carrot-crunching milkmaid, you.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:18, Reply)
I suppose it's better to be mates with the crooks, better the devil you know and all that. Just dont fall out with them.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:24, Reply)
North Somerset. 17 miles south of Bristol, 12 miles east of Weston-Super-Mare.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:27, Reply)
it's like a fuckin' Wurzels convention in 'ere, innit?
*plays spoons*
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:30, Reply)
"oive got a brand new comboine'arvester"
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:34, Reply)
GTA:Bristol. Get pissed-up on a Friday night, nick a tractor and throw up in a country lane just outside Flax Bourton.
(Caveat: I hate video games so don't try and talk to me about them.)
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 11:14, Reply)
I'm so 'older than about 15'
*legs it*
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 12:01, Reply)
from a former flatmate. sadly it was meant for me.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:27, Reply)
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:32, Reply)
I'd asked him to pay for bog roll after he'd been living there for 6 months without contributing money for anything. that's the risk of sharing with someone from fife though.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 11:37, Reply)
and it revealed to me that the reason the Scots are miserable and tight is because they lose 160 million bottles of whisky a year (I think it was a year) to absorption into the barrels and evaporation.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 11:40, Reply)
the only voicemail I ever received on my mobile was (I hope) a wrong number. A few seconds of silence followed by a young woman telling me - with some malice - to "fuck off." A little unexpected, to say the least.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:37, Reply)
I thought you'd think it was funny.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:42, Reply)
Waving your willy in my window would have been funny. I'm scared enough of voicemail as it is without people filling it with abuse.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:43, Reply)
If I waved it in your window you'd probably think there was an eclipse.
Or something.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:46, Reply)
if you mooned me?
BADUM TSSSCH!
Ah, I'm on fire this morning...
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:49, Reply)
We're like a latter day Morcambe and Wise aren't we
BAGSY BE MORECAMBE
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:52, Reply)
Let me wave my willy at you to take your mind off the imminent spilling of your innards.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 10:53, Reply)
If you're really going to do something bad you wouldn't tell anyone about it.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 12:01, Reply)
1. You're hoping not to have to carry it out and thus get your desired result without resorting to actual violence or
2. You're retarded.
(, Fri 4 Dec 2009, 12:02, Reply)
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