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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Feb 21, 2008 12:11:04 GMT
...with these jeans on that have really baggy pockets. Even as I was just going out, something was telling me that I should have changed them, but I went out anyway. Then I thought of something, and my dad's face floated into my vision and his spookily echoing voice said "Phhhiiiillll, you always keep your wallet in your back pocketttt, that's a bad ideeeaaaa, you could get pickpocketeddddd!". So, for the first time in my life, I decided to keep it in my front pocket. So, I pull this lass (who was pretty fit, actually), and we ended up going back to hers. Had a bit of a shagging sesh, then I left pretty quickly cause she said her boyfriend was coming back soon. That was the first I'd heard about him, the slag. So I pulled on my jeans and scarpered. The fourteen pints I'd drunk weren't helping either, and I was looking for the exit to her block of flats for a good half hour at least, before deciding "Fuck it" and making my escape through a fire door and setting off an alarm, waking up several hundred people in the process. With no idea where I am, I suddenly discover I'm without my wallet and phone. Thankfully, I still have my keys. Anyway, I end up trying to screw this taxi guy over by saying I'll pay him at the cashpoint by my flat, only for him to say "Oh, there's a cashpoint here mate" and pull over. Which, as you can imagine, left me in a very awkward position sans my cashcard. So what do I do? Fucking leg it. And for me, a hard drinking, hard smoking, burger and pie eating excuse of a lad who's never had asny exercise since Year Eleven PE, that was quite a feat. So I arrive back at the flat at about seven this morning, with no money, no cashcards, no driving licence, no student cards, no Stoke away card, no phone, twenty quid down, dripping in sweat with blisters the size of Parkin's gut and every taxi driver in Manchester looking to do me over, all for a drunken shag. Was it worth it? Course it fucking was.  |
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Post by myleftboot on Feb 21, 2008 12:14:30 GMT
...and would you do it all again. Course you would  |
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Post by richgit on Feb 21, 2008 12:15:38 GMT
Anyone wana buy a phone just found it in my flat???
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Post by frasier37 on Feb 21, 2008 12:19:46 GMT
BBM says when are you coming back for your gear  |
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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Feb 21, 2008 12:23:18 GMT
;D No worries there, I'm about thirty percent sure I wasn't in Didsbury. That's good enough for me!
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Post by Adster on Feb 21, 2008 12:37:43 GMT
pisser,
i just found some ID card in manchester,
who wants it for a tenner?? ;D
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2008 12:41:12 GMT
Did she take it up the shitter Boother? Dirty slag  |
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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Feb 21, 2008 12:48:29 GMT
WD, now you mention it, that might be where I left my phone! ;D
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2008 12:49:34 GMT
Ha ha, bet the dirty cow's been ringing herslef all day!! ;D
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Post by robdog on Feb 21, 2008 15:13:10 GMT
karma for that WD - v v funny
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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Feb 21, 2008 15:17:17 GMT
;D Just cancelled my cards- I should probably go and try to get them back but I'll be fucked if I can remember what building is, never mind the room or even the floor! And I can't remember her name, and what if her boyfriend's there? Fuck's sake, this is right annoying.  |
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Post by myleftboot on Feb 21, 2008 15:20:59 GMT
Walk straight up to her front door and if her boyfriend answers go "ay up mar mate, you wunner guess what I got up to last nayte". Explain it all and say "oh and she never mentioned you once mate, I would pack my bags if I were you as she is obviously a cheating cow. Just pick my phone up and I will call thee a taxi". Ah theres nowt so queer as golk is there |
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Post by A-teen_six_T3 on Feb 21, 2008 15:22:19 GMT
The thing is now
If her boyfriend fins your cards
he k ows your name, where you live and what you look like?
Good luck with that!
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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Feb 21, 2008 15:28:18 GMT
Argh I'd have never thought losing a wallet could be such a big deal. Two bank cards, driving licence, student card, library card, Stoke card, National Insurance card, and me being a big gay it has loads of lovers' notes in it from me ex-missus that I've kept. I was supposed to be coming home this weekend too but now I have no way of getting train tickets. Fuck's sake. |
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Post by myleftboot on Feb 21, 2008 15:30:59 GMT
Should be able to get your cash out using your signature from the bank I think mate if it's the one you bank with. Go in and see what they can do. I know I used to do it a few times back in the uni days.
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Post by A-teen_six_T3 on Feb 21, 2008 15:45:19 GMT
They normally want to see Id, and as e has lost his Id, it could prove a toughy
They dont really check trians from Manchester to Stoke these days just jump on and take the risk!!
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Post by richgit on Feb 21, 2008 17:44:47 GMT
I QUOTE
"So, I pull this lass (who was pretty fit, actually)..."
&
"The fourteen pints I'd drunk weren't helping either..."
= UGLY BITCH
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Post by boothenendboy on Feb 21, 2008 17:51:47 GMT
boother,i am heart broken.
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Post by maryhinge on Feb 21, 2008 18:00:49 GMT
...with these jeans on that have really baggy pockets. Even as I was just going out, something was telling me that I should have changed them, but I went out anyway. Then I thought of something, and my dad's face floated into my vision and his spookily echoing voice said "Phhhiiiillll, you always keep your wallet in your back pocketttt, that's a bad ideeeaaaa, you could get pickpocketeddddd!". So, for the first time in my life, I decided to keep it in my front pocket. So, I pull this lass (who was pretty fit, actually), and we ended up going back to hers. Had a bit of a shagging sesh, then I left pretty quickly cause she said her boyfriend was coming back soon. That was the first I'd heard about him, the slag. So I pulled on my jeans and scarpered. The fourteen pints I'd drunk weren't helping either, and I was looking for the exit to her block of flats for a good half hour at least, before deciding "Fuck it" and making my escape through a fire door and setting off an alarm, waking up several hundred people in the process. With no idea where I am, I suddenly discover I'm without my wallet and phone. Thankfully, I still have my keys. Anyway, I end up trying to screw this taxi guy over by saying I'll pay him at the cashpoint by my flat, only for him to say "Oh, there's a cashpoint here mate" and pull over. Which, as you can imagine, left me in a very awkward position sans my cashcard. So what do I do? Fucking leg it. And for me, a hard drinking, hard smoking, burger and pie eating excuse of a lad who's never had asny exercise since Year Eleven PE, that was quite a feat. So I arrive back at the flat at about seven this morning, with no money, no cashcards, no driving licence, no student cards, no Stoke away card, no phone, twenty quid down, dripping in sweat with blisters the size of Parkin's gut and every taxi driver in Manchester looking to do me over, all for a drunken shag. Was it worth it? Course it fucking was. if carlsberg did lies ...... |
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Post by Pembo on Feb 21, 2008 18:54:10 GMT
good lad
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Post by mermaidsal on Feb 21, 2008 19:02:00 GMT
That'll teach you to enjoy yourself ;D ;D
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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Feb 21, 2008 19:32:53 GMT
I QUOTE "So, I pull this lass (who was pretty fit, actually)..." & "The fourteen pints I'd drunk weren't helping either..." = UGLY BITCH ;D |
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Post by padders01 on Feb 22, 2008 16:59:31 GMT
What i'm most concerned about is the you owning a library card? AND admitting you own one!  |
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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Feb 22, 2008 17:30:38 GMT
Student, aren't I! ;D
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