"there is nothing misogynistic about anything, stop trippin.
i type this way because im black and from nyc chill son "
What did you do with them.
Now go away.
That does sound suspiciously like the plot of the new Coen Brothers fillum. 'Burn after reading'
Now go away.
I found a purse roundabouts last Christmas time.
It had loads of cards and about 20 squids in it. Luckily I was on my way to the pub.
My mate wot lunches at length in the pub works for the tax office who also have a fucking mad fuck-off database on just about every cunt. So he got me her phone number.
I rang her and she didn't even know her purse was missing.
Anyway, she turned up and grabbed the purse and left me a thank you card with 20 squids in it, innit.
Win for every cunt.
You really aren't going to believe this anyway so I can tell you.
I contacted the chaps wife in Helensburgh. Got her to speak to her husband and say that someone had the thing he was probably shiting himself about. Arranged to meet him in a bar in a London hotel. Got him to identify himself to me to my satisfaction, in addition to some pre-agreed stuff of my chosing. Then passed the material back to him.
I kid you not, it's a true story.
"there is nothing misogynistic about anything, stop trippin.
i type this way because im black and from nyc chill son "
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