Die ! Doorman! Die!
Left me wallet in a local pub like a boyfool, noticed about two boozers and 2 hours later. Cue me running around like a blueassed fly thinking fucksocks-fucksocks...

Finally got back to the first pub, the footy had started and their was a bit of a queue outside watched over a twatfaced bouncer.
Excuse me but.......
Me-Think ma wallet's inside can I just check at the bar, only be a sec mate?
TFB- No
Me-Why not?
TFB-Queue
Me- I'll just be a minute
TFB- No
Me-Can you go?
TFB- Not till me mate gets here
Me- Whens that then?
TFB- Dunno
Me-What can I do then?
TFB- Ring the bar (I'm standing outside)
Me-Alright then whats the number?
TFB- Dunno

Which left me to walk home only to cancel my cards and be pissed off. Relief and anger in equal measure when ringing the pub and finding some supernice person had handed my £4 BHS leather friend.

Ah but my rewengay was so sweet!
Oh no it wasn't I didn't do anything
Petty arsefaced shame to the gorrila race Jobsworth twat!

(First post)
Apologies for the length, it's not long enough I know, first attempt..
(munkykev, Thu 12 May 2005, 23:21, Reply)