Strange Fonecall
Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2003 3:51 pm
Once I was made aware of the mass deletions, I settled back to have a cup of Earl Grey at MacGroyn Mansions and compose a new thread full of love & light.
...alas...
As I was about to strike the first key, the phone rang.
I answered the fone, and the following is a rough account of what was said;
Caller: Hello. Mr MacGroyn. My name is Mr Woody and I'm...
Holden (Panicking like a bitch): Oh please Woody, it wasn't me! I didn't do it I swear. Oh God please no. Don't ban me. It wasn't my idea. It was Magoo's fault. He made me do it. I wasn't gonna say shit but he said if I didn't, he'd send his pikey gypo cousins round to steal my dog and if that didn't work, he'd bring his Geordie/Maccum self down to London to threaten me in a foreign Northern tongue....and also Ace...it was Ace's fault...Ace said if I didn't counter his claims that the marvelous cheeky chappie was a slag, he'd send his regiment around to repeatedly stamp on my bollocks until they resembled a pancake that had been deep fried with just a hint of butter, smidgen of milk, with a lovely texture and quite a portion to go round.
So you see Mr Woody, I had to cave in. Ace is a big lad, we've all seen the pictures of him looking like a Thug intimidating poor Violet Storm...and then theres S56. Don't assume he's a harmless fool. No, no, no..he's the daddy of the organistaion...yes, yes, that's right. He's the fucking daddy and..and..and..he said to me "Holden, me old china...if you don't do as you're told...I'm gonna 'av ta dooo ya...naah wot I mean geezer?" so obviously, I shat my pants Mr Woody and had to do it.
Please don't ban me or send me to jail. Please God don't...I'm too pretty to go to jail. I'll get bummed in the showers by Mr Big....It was Ace & Magoo & S56. They are the ones you really want...and..and I heard they are going to try and take over the forums...I'll find out everything for you and grass the evil no good low lifes up for you...
Caller:.....calling on behalf of London Electricity? Erm...
Bit of a bitch really.
...alas...
As I was about to strike the first key, the phone rang.
I answered the fone, and the following is a rough account of what was said;
Caller: Hello. Mr MacGroyn. My name is Mr Woody and I'm...
Holden (Panicking like a bitch): Oh please Woody, it wasn't me! I didn't do it I swear. Oh God please no. Don't ban me. It wasn't my idea. It was Magoo's fault. He made me do it. I wasn't gonna say shit but he said if I didn't, he'd send his pikey gypo cousins round to steal my dog and if that didn't work, he'd bring his Geordie/Maccum self down to London to threaten me in a foreign Northern tongue....and also Ace...it was Ace's fault...Ace said if I didn't counter his claims that the marvelous cheeky chappie was a slag, he'd send his regiment around to repeatedly stamp on my bollocks until they resembled a pancake that had been deep fried with just a hint of butter, smidgen of milk, with a lovely texture and quite a portion to go round.
So you see Mr Woody, I had to cave in. Ace is a big lad, we've all seen the pictures of him looking like a Thug intimidating poor Violet Storm...and then theres S56. Don't assume he's a harmless fool. No, no, no..he's the daddy of the organistaion...yes, yes, that's right. He's the fucking daddy and..and..and..he said to me "Holden, me old china...if you don't do as you're told...I'm gonna 'av ta dooo ya...naah wot I mean geezer?" so obviously, I shat my pants Mr Woody and had to do it.
Please don't ban me or send me to jail. Please God don't...I'm too pretty to go to jail. I'll get bummed in the showers by Mr Big....It was Ace & Magoo & S56. They are the ones you really want...and..and I heard they are going to try and take over the forums...I'll find out everything for you and grass the evil no good low lifes up for you...
Caller:.....calling on behalf of London Electricity? Erm...
Bit of a bitch really.
