MuggedYour 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.
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chthonic, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
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Oh yes, I nearly forgot about this...I don't think it counts as a mugging, but I was hungry...
In Newcastle, late one night, been paid £25 for selling merchandise, with a box of chips. A man accosted me and asked my name. Tell him. I couldn't exactly make out very well what he said next, but I think he asked for a chip. Bastard. I tentatively held out the box and he grabbed it and started stuffing his face. Fat bastard. It wasn't like he was a tramp either, he was smartly enough dressed. I eventually had to ask for it back. And then he wouldn't leave me alone after that either, until I said I had to go down that way to get picked up.
I don't suppose the short skirt and big coat helped, but hell, it was cold and I'd left the house in a hurry. And why do I always get the old men?!
Moral of the story? Don't steal my fucking chips.
(, Tue 20 Jun 2006, 0:34, Reply)
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