Your Ginger Fuhrer was telling me the other night about going out in Birmingham after finishing a shift working in a bar. Very drunk, still dressed in his bar uniform, our fearless leader was mugged.
They stole his green stick-on bow tie.
(, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
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knackered in 99' after a Catatonia gig (yeah i know) between two chavvy south east london types, bearing in mind itīs about 1am, the last train and thereīs nobody on the train except me and another guy sitting alone on seat behind
Chav A: Walking and sitting next to Chav B -
Oi - What school did you go to?
Chav B:- Southfields - do you go there then?
Chav A:- Know what school I went to?
Chav B:- I dunno
Chav A:- School of mugging (I would imagine he pulled out a knife or something)
Now i shit myself
Chav B:- Really, me too
From what i gather he must have managed to wrestle the knife somehow off him and steal HIS wallet, give him a few good punches and then proceed to walk past me, holding a wallet and in the air like victory treasure and winking at me while i cower and try to sink into my seat.
After that i will never forget what a hero this little scumbag was that day
(, Sat 17 Jun 2006, 10:14, closed)
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