Yoof of today

Whilst proceding in a homeward direction in Old Woking High Street I was hit
by a can of coke which was thrown by some twat on the pavement. I about
turned and floored it down the road to see the little bleeders jumping over
a wall into an estate. Right peeved was I - only damage was coke all over
me! Now if I had reacted faster I reckon I could have shot across the road
against the traffic and shown the **** how bikes can happily ride on
pavements and bloody well hurt when they hit you!

still fuming...

Regards
dB

 

And worst of all, I bet there was no tune you could whistle!

 

You want to calm down a bit mate.

Why put yourself in greater jeopardy (physically & legally) by giving chase,
speeding, mounting pavements, etc?

 

TO SHOW THE **** HOW BIKES CAN HAPPILY RIDE ON PAVEMENTS AND BLOODY WELL
HURT WHEN THEY HIT YOU!

And you said I was hard of hearing!

 

Touché my friend, touché.

 

I hope you die soon.

 

Revenge is sweet:

When I was 16 I was riding past a line of parked up motorbikes and mopeds,
when I was pulled off my moped and given a good kicking by about 20 of these
lads.

On arrival home after a short trip to casualty for patching up, my oldest
brother asked what happened... show me where they are as we jumped into his
old Austin Westminster with an RSJ as a front bumper, he then proceeded to
plough through the fronts of this line of bikes ))

It was like something out of "every which way but loose" as I say revenge
really is that sweet !

D

 

Ben Blaney said:

A little harsh, Ben?

The poor chap is a bit of a fuckwit with anger management problems and
no understanding of his fellow man - especially young and silly ones,
but maybe he'll come to terms with it.

 

That's impressive. I'll email it to Champ, shall I?

 

If you'd be so kind.

 

NP: copy of email follows ...

Champ,

Simes is wangling agin, so I thought I'd keep you up to speed. This
is his latest attempt, the pathetic crawler:

"This twat is a fuckwit of the highest order. His problems start with
anger management and he cannot understand how society works. The only
way to impress any understanding on him is by cutting it into his body
by use of the lash and hot irons."

I fear Simes has some way to go.

Cheers,

Pip

 

You've actually translated it surprisingly accurately...

Patience...

 

I merely ran it through Word and the true intent automagically
appeared, as water running off an oiled steel plate.

Is a virtue.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "Simon Atkinson

"I say, this Attilla chap's come on leaps and bounds... a most credible
effort, don't you think... more tea Jonners?"

--

Dave

GS 850 x2 / SE 6a
SbS#6 DIAABTCOD#16 APOSTLE#6 FUB#3
FUB KotL OSOS#12? UKRMMA#19 COSOC#10

 

My dear old thing...

 

Surely you mean ... still fizzing?

Vj :O)

 

The bowler's Holding...

 

.... the batsman's Willy.

 

The batsman's Willey

 

Prick.