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The scenario: I am walking home from college, totally knackered (essays suck donkey dick), with a couple of mates. One of my mates has some change and discards a couple of rusty pennies on the floor because, well, maybe he is rich.
Anyway, a couple of seconds later in a grating I-have-no-GCSE’s voice comes, “Who da f**K do you f***ing think you’re f****ing throwing f***ing coins at you f****er?” So, we turn around and see this lanky townie with a limp quiff and John Wayne strut walking towards up waving his arms around like he’s one of the guys who directs planes when the land at the airport. So we stood there until he struts over to us and he starts swearing some more and one of us said, “We didn’t throw anything at you, we threw it on the floor.” His face sank and he furrowed his brow whilst he thought of the best comeback he could manage, “Do you know who I am? I can have you shot!”
We burst out laughing at him and he then tried to head butt my friend, but missed. He then started moving his shoulders about like he was a boxer and started walking away. So we set off home in the other direction and every few seconds he shouted some insult limper than Dale Winton’s wrist at us.
So, erm, I came home and spent 4 hours writing essays.
I ham veri tyred
Anyway, a couple of seconds later in a grating I-have-no-GCSE’s voice comes, “Who da f**K do you f***ing think you’re f****ing throwing f***ing coins at you f****er?” So, we turn around and see this lanky townie with a limp quiff and John Wayne strut walking towards up waving his arms around like he’s one of the guys who directs planes when the land at the airport. So we stood there until he struts over to us and he starts swearing some more and one of us said, “We didn’t throw anything at you, we threw it on the floor.” His face sank and he furrowed his brow whilst he thought of the best comeback he could manage, “Do you know who I am? I can have you shot!”
We burst out laughing at him and he then tried to head butt my friend, but missed. He then started moving his shoulders about like he was a boxer and started walking away. So we set off home in the other direction and every few seconds he shouted some insult limper than Dale Winton’s wrist at us.
So, erm, I came home and spent 4 hours writing essays.
I ham veri tyred
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Emperor Xerxes wrote:
> El Robins spoilt. We only get the one crazy guy.
Hey ill be more then happy to share :D
> El Robins spoilt. We only get the one crazy guy.
Hey ill be more then happy to share :D
Talkie Toaster wrote:
> you so know Kyz21 that townie went home and logged into the forums
> under the name 'the zeppo'
Heh. True.
> you so know Kyz21 that townie went home and logged into the forums
> under the name 'the zeppo'
Heh. True.
you so know Kyz21 that townie went home and logged into the forums under the name 'the zeppo'
EL ® ö B ì Ñ wrote:
> it was funny how suprisingly crap they were at throwing.
thats what they get for having limp wrists
> it was funny how suprisingly crap they were at throwing.
thats what they get for having limp wrists
Icarus wrote:
> It sounds like your area is populated with ker-azzzzyyyy yobs.
El Robins spoilt. We only get the one crazy guy.
> It sounds like your area is populated with ker-azzzzyyyy yobs.
El Robins spoilt. We only get the one crazy guy.
I would have thrown rocks not stones back at them.
It sounds like your area is populated with ker-azzzzyyyy yobs.
Icarus wrote:
> Do you need counselling?
What, me?
Why?
> Do you need counselling?
What, me?
Why?
Not trying to sound sarcastic there, but really, advice and stuff?
Do you need counselling?
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