ere ave got one about a paper boy this is true aswell....ma paper boy had teh crap habit of stuffing the wrong paper through the door ,then knocking on the door to ask for it back...one saturday ma car broke down so i left it wher eit was and when home. come sunday morning about 7:30 there's a knock at the door. i stick me head out the bedroom window and shout " why don't you **** orf and come back at a sensible time ya dosey ****"
later on that day mr. plod arrives to inform me that me car was found in flames the night before. he then tells me he was round earlier but i wasn't up.
later on that day mr. plod arrives to inform me that me car was found in flames the night before. he then tells me he was round earlier but i wasn't up.
