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Do a thread on Amphetamines or punching disabled bar staff in Teddington and he'll be posting all day.
She wasn't that disabled...And anyway, I didn't punch her, I merely kicked her stumpy woodworm-ridden fakey leg a tad.
But you were there, so it must be true (ish).
I'm sure in your original tale she was a gypsy girl selling heather or something, but hell, there's no point in the truth mugging its way into a fairly unfunny story, is there?
His heart is in the right place - shame we can't say the same about his brain...
She wasn't that disabled...And anyway, I didn't punch her, I merely kicked her stumpy woodworm-ridden fakey leg a tad.
But you were there, so it must be true (ish).
I'm sure in your original tale she was a gypsy girl selling heather or something, but hell, there's no point in the truth mugging its way into a fairly unfunny story, is there?
True enough, it was a young gypsy disabled child if I remember correctly selling lucky heather. She told us a story about how her parents had been killed in a terrible accident and she was all alone, with a wooden leg living on the streets selling lucky heather to be able to afford some stale bread. I remember you laughed in her face, told her to get a job and ate the last piece of your crusty bloomer we were having for lunch, before kicking her stump away and then pointing at her while laughing manically.
True enough, it was a young gypsy disabled child if I remember correctly selling lucky heather. She told us a story about how her parents had been killed in a terrible accident and she was all alone, with a wooden leg living on the streets selling lucky heather to be able to afford some stale bread. I remember you laughed in her face, told her to get a job and ate the last piece of your crusty bloomer we were having for lunch, before kicking her stump away and then pointing at her while laughing manically.
Obscene behavior.
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True enough, it was a young gypsy disabled child if I remember correctly selling lucky heather. She told us a story about how her parents had been killed in a terrible accident and she was all alone, with a wooden leg living on the streets selling lucky heather to be able to afford some stale bread. I remember you laughed in her face, told her to get a job and ate the last piece of your crusty bloomer we were having for lunch, before kicking her stump away and then pointing at her while laughing manically.
Obscene behavior.
I think (as you may or may not recall) I was actually eating a burger, but I'm sure the rest of your tale is correct...Crusty bloomers are for wimps - how many did you consume? To the nearest thousand...
His heart is in the right place - shame we can't say the same about his brain...
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