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There's a pile of scrap timber, rubble and general turds in the road opposite my work with a hand-written sign reading "Free Shed". Tell us about random, completely hatstand stuff and people you've seen
Suggested by Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 11:38)
There's a pile of scrap timber, rubble and general turds in the road opposite my work with a hand-written sign reading "Free Shed". Tell us about random, completely hatstand stuff and people you've seen
Suggested by Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 11:38)
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How i got my nickname
They call me Rooster, everyone asks why this is my nickname, the truth is so random/bizarre/strange/whatever that they dont believe me and assume I'm lying to protect some sinister truth
Roughly 2002, working on a rewire in a posh part of Sheffield, with 2 other lads roughly my age, we finish it at at an early enough time to just sit relaxing in the van until its time to set off home, the sun is in my eyes as I'm slumped in the drivers seat, so i reach out and pull the sun visor down, and notice a photograph shoved into it, i take it out and the photo is of a little old lady, blowing out candles on a birthday cake, the cake tells us its her 80th birthday. "where's this come from?" says I. "dunno" comes the reply, I casually flip the photo round to be greeted by the phrase (my name replaced by asterix here).... *** "Rooster' ****** loves Doris Hepplethwaite TLA" the other 2 lads in the van dont claim responsibility, neither do any of the other 11 people working for the company at the time, each and every one of them bemused by the photo, its appearance in the van or indeed the message on the back.
To this day, I dont know who wrote it, why they chose to give me the nickname Rooster or why they didn't own up to something that nearly everyone who witnessed it found very funny. A truly strange little situation
( , Sun 24 Apr 2011, 23:06, 7 replies)
They call me Rooster, everyone asks why this is my nickname, the truth is so random/bizarre/strange/whatever that they dont believe me and assume I'm lying to protect some sinister truth
Roughly 2002, working on a rewire in a posh part of Sheffield, with 2 other lads roughly my age, we finish it at at an early enough time to just sit relaxing in the van until its time to set off home, the sun is in my eyes as I'm slumped in the drivers seat, so i reach out and pull the sun visor down, and notice a photograph shoved into it, i take it out and the photo is of a little old lady, blowing out candles on a birthday cake, the cake tells us its her 80th birthday. "where's this come from?" says I. "dunno" comes the reply, I casually flip the photo round to be greeted by the phrase (my name replaced by asterix here).... *** "Rooster' ****** loves Doris Hepplethwaite TLA" the other 2 lads in the van dont claim responsibility, neither do any of the other 11 people working for the company at the time, each and every one of them bemused by the photo, its appearance in the van or indeed the message on the back.
To this day, I dont know who wrote it, why they chose to give me the nickname Rooster or why they didn't own up to something that nearly everyone who witnessed it found very funny. A truly strange little situation
( , Sun 24 Apr 2011, 23:06, 7 replies)
Good Lord no.
Drive around in a white van with 'the lads' and get given a nickname that's a synonym for "Cock"? Not my sort of thing at all.
( , Mon 25 Apr 2011, 10:22, closed)
Drive around in a white van with 'the lads' and get given a nickname that's a synonym for "Cock"? Not my sort of thing at all.
( , Mon 25 Apr 2011, 10:22, closed)
But shirley, isn't your username a synonym for a sore arsehole..?
( , Mon 25 Apr 2011, 11:52, closed)
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