Wingman Fail
After a pretty normal night in the local, me and my bez are strolling home through the park. Its after 12 and its empty, a nice relaxing wander home, still jabbering on and putting the world to right....

Next thing we know, there is a dark figure approaching from the bushes on an intercept course. Said figure has now brandished some kind of edged weapon and is threatening us, my brain now engages as my friend jumps into action.

Mate instantly steps between us and takes a defensive pose. Im still processing the situation when the figure makes a move at us with a general thrusty motion with his hand and made some kind of demand i couldnt make out.

Next thing I know, a phone is pushed into my hand by my mate. Mate seems to have got it off our assailant and resumes his remonstrations "we dont want bother, etc...".

I think, Fuck You Mystery Stabber and launch his phone over a 10ft burglar grease and barb topped fence onto the old lads' bowling green. That'll learn him, that'll learn him indeed.

We are still edging away and reach the relative safety of the streetlight lit street surrounding the park.

"That was pretty crazy", mate understates. "Have you got my phone?"....
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 14:43, 4 replies)

haha

( zulu eh?, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 15:15, closed)

Good tale. Clicky indeedy.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Sat 26 Mar 2011, 1:43, closed)

Would the musicians on b3ta
please unite and form a group called Fuck You Mystery Stabber.

*click*
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Sat 26 Mar 2011, 6:32, closed)

I'd like to know what tunes they'd play
Do I get royalties?
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Mon 28 Mar 2011, 9:51, closed)