Can it get any worse?
Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 4:25 am
On venturing out this cold morning, to obtain a copy of the latest Playboy to bang one out over Denise Richards, I'm flicking through the art pamphlets in my local newsagent when I can hear this woman sobbing, so on investigating the said woman standing by the counter, furiously munching away on a mars bar, and crying her eyes out in front of the bemused shopkeeper who only wants his money, (she also was drinking a can of irn bru)
"What's the matter? are you ok?, have you been hit?" I asked
her words were not even audiable,
"Have you been hit? shall I call the police?"
she nodded
"Get her a fucking chair! I say to the shopkeeper
"I just want to go home! she says
"were do you live?" I asked (it was 2 mins away)
"I'll walk you home come on, have you been hit?"
she nods
"Who your old man? what?"
"No I was almost killed by a train last night" she says
"Why are you crying now?" I asked
"Because I cant take anymore" she replies
"Is there anyone at home who can look after you, your old man?"
she nods
"For fucks sake call someone if your having trouble eh love?" I say
Incidently she lived just behind the video shop I used to own, so I let her walk on, shinning my torch to light the way, saint fucking Arnie! lol
so then I go back to the shop and pay the ladies tab, she'd muched her way through a few mars bars and some wrigleys as well! lol
Luckily enough a few people I know saw me walking along with her, as she obviously isn't very well, just in case she gets home and decides to say I tried it on or worse still attacked her
Lovely way to start a Sunday morning, and I never did get my fucking copy of Playboy either
"What's the matter? are you ok?, have you been hit?" I asked
her words were not even audiable,
"Have you been hit? shall I call the police?"
she nodded
"Get her a fucking chair! I say to the shopkeeper
"I just want to go home! she says
"were do you live?" I asked (it was 2 mins away)
"I'll walk you home come on, have you been hit?"
she nods
"Who your old man? what?"
"No I was almost killed by a train last night" she says
"Why are you crying now?" I asked
"Because I cant take anymore" she replies
"Is there anyone at home who can look after you, your old man?"
she nods
"For fucks sake call someone if your having trouble eh love?" I say
Incidently she lived just behind the video shop I used to own, so I let her walk on, shinning my torch to light the way, saint fucking Arnie! lol
so then I go back to the shop and pay the ladies tab, she'd muched her way through a few mars bars and some wrigleys as well! lol
Luckily enough a few people I know saw me walking along with her, as she obviously isn't very well, just in case she gets home and decides to say I tried it on or worse still attacked her
Lovely way to start a Sunday morning, and I never did get my fucking copy of Playboy either