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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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awwww
Makes you feel intelligent though doesn't it dude?
I mean when they are that laim to start on their own, over a penny dropping - and then say they can have you shot!
Niiiice
Makes you feel intelligent though doesn't it dude?
I mean when they are that laim to start on their own, over a penny dropping - and then say they can have you shot!
Niiiice
That's classic radgie. They rule. They make me laugh, the same way monkeys do in a "It's sad they're not as intelligent as us" sort of way.
I would of ran or something.
Kyz21 wrote:
> So, erm, I came home and spent 4 hours writing essays.
>
> I ham veri tyred
Looks like it aswell.
> So, erm, I came home and spent 4 hours writing essays.
>
> I ham veri tyred
Looks like it aswell.
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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