That thing really annoys me. since i've now moved down south, not only do you get homeless people asking for money, but you get HOUSED peopel asking for it aswell!
Get a fucking job!
If you saw someone had JP would you tell em?
I was playing snooker in my local club some 15 or so years ago when this women runs into the room and asks me to come and help her on the machine. When I got over there she had one of the features near the top of the club machine she was playing and it had lined up 3 melons on the winline and a slow rolling skillstop for the 4th melon which would net her £100.
No pressure then likes !
I knew the fucker also had a bit of a delay a la Red stop 'n' step but still managed to be the hero. £15 for my troubles and a pint in at the bar, it was a feel good factor for all concerned.
No pressure then likes !
I knew the fucker also had a bit of a delay a la Red stop 'n' step but still managed to be the hero. £15 for my troubles and a pint in at the bar, it was a feel good factor for all concerned.
Confucius say "man who know wombat know more than stupid looking monkey"
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Damn right.
I've got one right now floating around my area. He taps up people asking for bus fare to ***** which is about 10miles from me in ***
The routine is walk into the bookies at ten. Lose £9.84 in roulette. Hover around various gambling outlets in town tapping people up and asking if they'll lend him £2. The frequency and persuasiveness of tappitude, increases with enthusiam never reserved for the job centre, should the lucky punter get two tops hurled forcefully at him. Also bombardment with pointless offers for over priced DVD shite, cannabinoid derivatives and other general chavvy artefacts continues until the phat hour of 9pm whereby William Hill closes and Annabelles won't let anyone in who has approximately zero pence on their person. That's the beauty of casino gambling, the pit bosses won't have none of this tappy tappy bullshit, but it's so much easier to ruin your life via compulsion and greed.
Anyways, the best one of all is when they start the old bullshit twoddle. I was playing a Mark Shaving Rad (Carbreast) and I had a Rackpot Jepeater the other day.
"Blah blah blah" here's Mr. Tappy perfectly in line with my jackpot repeater. What a fucking (<<French) surprise. What does the daft cunt (Cunt Dracula) want I wonder? I fucking (<<that's called swearing there) wonder. Fuck (<<That means my vocabulary is lacking, so they say) me he's after £2 for bus fare.
>> REFUSED << (bad credit rating)
So then it's "I've got a code for getting this repeat every time. Let me do it for you, but you give me £5 if it repeats yeah...'cos only I know the code."
So I said "Ok. Seeing as you'll get it to repeat almost certainly - I'll give you the £25 I have in the bank for a repeat, but if you don't get it to repeat - you give me a fiver."
"Ok" he says, sensing the chance for free money if it repeats and a chance to vamoosh or spout bullshit about 'paying me 10 tommorra' if it doesn't. I block his dash for the start button and say
"Pop your fiver down then mateyblooper. My £25 is in the bank."
The fiver wasn't forthcoming and after a quick laugh about it, he went elsewhere to spout pisschat. Such good odds I gave him as well
The best thing to do with these clowns is use a vapourizer gun on them. It leaves no evidence of murder, bar an increased level of 1ps and 2ps on the street. Actually if we killed all this vermin, the levels of 1ps and 2ps dropped and uncollected on the street would reach to a dangerously high level. Young babies would suffocate from all the 1ps and 2ps and eventually Britain would sink to 500miles below sea level and only people with adaptable i-Pod oxygen nosephones would survive.
I can get you an i-pod with oxyphone attachment for just £50. If you give us the £50 now, or even a deposit of whatever cash you have on you then I can get it for tommorra! Innit? It's 'cos my cousin 'as a shop doing that stuff on the ***** Road isn't it? £50 and it's yours...hold that....nudge that.....shoudn't have done that....bastard innit? Lend us £2 for bus fare.
>>>>NO ONONONONONONONOnoNoNonONon oNonOnON NOOO!!!!<<
To summarise......
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Now. You cunts. You know who you are. Fuck you.
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Damn right.
I've got one right now floating around my area. He taps up people asking for bus fare to ***** which is about 10miles from me in ***
The routine is walk into the bookies at ten. Lose £9.84 in roulette. Hover around various gambling outlets in town tapping people up and asking if they'll lend him £2. The frequency and persuasiveness of tappitude, increases with enthusiam never reserved for the job centre, should the lucky punter get two tops hurled forcefully at him. Also bombardment with pointless offers for over priced DVD shite, cannabinoid derivatives and other general chavvy artefacts continues until the phat hour of 9pm whereby William Hill closes and Annabelles won't let anyone in who has approximately zero pence on their person. That's the beauty of casino gambling, the pit bosses won't have none of this tappy tappy bullshit, but it's so much easier to ruin your life via compulsion and greed.
Anyways, the best one of all is when they start the old bullshit twoddle. I was playing a Mark Shaving Rad (Carbreast) and I had a Rackpot Jepeater the other day.
"Blah blah blah" here's Mr. Tappy perfectly in line with my jackpot repeater. What a fucking (<<French) surprise. What does the daft cunt (Cunt Dracula) want I wonder? I fucking (<<that's called swearing there) wonder. Fuck (<<That means my vocabulary is lacking, so they say) me he's after £2 for bus fare.
>> REFUSED << (bad credit rating)
So then it's "I've got a code for getting this repeat every time. Let me do it for you, but you give me £5 if it repeats yeah...'cos only I know the code."
So I said "Ok. Seeing as you'll get it to repeat almost certainly - I'll give you the £25 I have in the bank for a repeat, but if you don't get it to repeat - you give me a fiver."
"Ok" he says, sensing the chance for free money if it repeats and a chance to vamoosh or spout bullshit about 'paying me 10 tommorra' if it doesn't. I block his dash for the start button and say
"Pop your fiver down then mateyblooper. My £25 is in the bank."
The fiver wasn't forthcoming and after a quick laugh about it, he went elsewhere to spout pisschat. Such good odds I gave him as well
The best thing to do with these clowns is use a vapourizer gun on them. It leaves no evidence of murder, bar an increased level of 1ps and 2ps on the street. Actually if we killed all this vermin, the levels of 1ps and 2ps dropped and uncollected on the street would reach to a dangerously high level. Young babies would suffocate from all the 1ps and 2ps and eventually Britain would sink to 500miles below sea level and only people with adaptable i-Pod oxygen nosephones would survive.
I can get you an i-pod with oxyphone attachment for just £50. If you give us the £50 now, or even a deposit of whatever cash you have on you then I can get it for tommorra! Innit? It's 'cos my cousin 'as a shop doing that stuff on the ***** Road isn't it? £50 and it's yours...hold that....nudge that.....shoudn't have done that....bastard innit? Lend us £2 for bus fare.
>>>>NO ONONONONONONONOnoNoNonONon oNonOnON NOOO!!!!<<
To summarise......
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Get a fucking job!
Now. You cunts. You know who you are. Fuck you.
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Eh Mr.Poos,that wasn't the renowned "JS" again was it?,not seen him for some time(thankfully).
People begging for money while you're playing the machines is a pain in the arse,i think we've all had the various types of begging,good advice givers(even though they had just spunked all their own money away on the dead machine next to you).And for me personally the worst of all,the ones who virtually sit on your shoulder sipping a beer watching you play,like its some sort of fucking spectator sport!!.
Rant over-happy punting all
People begging for money while you're playing the machines is a pain in the arse,i think we've all had the various types of begging,good advice givers(even though they had just spunked all their own money away on the dead machine next to you).And for me personally the worst of all,the ones who virtually sit on your shoulder sipping a beer watching you play,like its some sort of fucking spectator sport!!.
Rant over-happy punting all
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