A tale:
I'm walking home from work yesterday. I'm approaching a blind corner when a can of Irn-Bru is slammed at my feet. As I round the corner two louts are in my path. They took one look at me and couldn't move fast enough to get feck out the way.
The woman I'm walking home with tells me: 'They almost shat themselves when they saw you,' 'they went white,' and 'the little bastards actually shivered.'
The moral: Knowing I can scare the living shite out of common louts by simply walking along and minding my business is really fucking cool.
To the book!
Almost. Orginally did this in the bloody add comments. Je suis un neep.
I'm walking home from work yesterday. I'm approaching a blind corner when a can of Irn-Bru is slammed at my feet. As I round the corner two louts are in my path. They took one look at me and couldn't move fast enough to get feck out the way.
The woman I'm walking home with tells me: 'They almost shat themselves when they saw you,' 'they went white,' and 'the little bastards actually shivered.'
The moral: Knowing I can scare the living shite out of common louts by simply walking along and minding my business is really fucking cool.
To the book!
Almost. Orginally did this in the bloody add comments. Je suis un neep.
Intimidating the fringe and
impressing the birds.
I raise my glass to you Sir.
It was your Third Eye !
Your Kung Fu is Strong.