Unexpected Good FortuneTravelling through Seattle a good 15 years ago, I remembered an old friend I used to blow up Action Men with. We were bored, nothing to lose , so I looked him up in the phonebook. He was the only one of that name in there. "Come and stay," goes he.
Me and my mates were living in a car at that point so a bed was a novelty. After searching for a while, we rock up to a very posh mansion on Puget Sound with its own Helipad. "Come flying," goes he.
Has your luck held out recently?
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chthonic, Thu 14 Sep 2006, 18:43)
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Slip... bounce... ouch...wahey!Many moons ago while being a potless government leeching student scumabg I was mooching round the Virgin Megastore in Newcastle wondering what to spend my hardly earned dosh on.
I wandered down the stairs to the basement which is where they keep the socially unacceptable music (Rock, metal and classical, any thing that requires the power of independent thought to appreciate bascially) when I slipped, apparently it was a spectacular arse-over-tit cartwheel manoeuvre that planted me flat on my back at the bottom of the stairs.
I was left with a couple of options at that point, lie flat on my back looking like a twat (I rarely need assistance to do that) or find out what the hell I just slipped on, it turned out to be a £20 note, wrapped round a tenner, result! Instant compensation who needs injury-vultures-for-you?
I proceded to stagger off at full limp to spend it in a less blatantly overpriced shop on something which I will probably look at now and go "what the fuck was I on when I bought that hunk of crap??", it was probably shit but still better than the entire output of fifty cent.... grrr .... mumbling fucktard..... ahem, enough my gripes feel free to insert the mandatory cock innuendo at this point
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