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Location:
Ipswich
Registered:
October 2003
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Weekend adventure.
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Tue, 30 March 2004 01:25
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Saturday night. Me, the kindly brother, am conned into transporting my sister, and her friends to a party, using dads car. Now, this party was kind-of in the stix, on a narrow dirt road with sharp corners and no street lights, so I had my highbeams on. As I drove closer to the party, there were people walking away from the party, and groups of people, whom I will henceforce refer to as "the dickheads" swore at me to turn my highbeams off. This was just before the cest of a hill, and as I'd seen people hooning up and down this road, I wanted to make sure anyone coming the other way would know I was there. When I didn't, they took a kick at the tyre as I drove past, to which I stuck my head out the window and told them to kindly F*ck Off.
Arrive at the party, sister decides that it is full of yobbos and people were starting the leave anyway, so she thought it best to go home. Turn the car around, start driving down the road. Drive past a few of the straggling dickheads, only to see one of the them standing in the middle of the road with a steel reflector held high. I stopped, sister knew him from other parties apparently, and managed to convince him to just keep walking.
Now, his mate was standing at the window, and in amongst the "bro's, foo's and wassup's", he made an attempt to apologise for his buddy. I figured since he was apologising, everything was now ok, and I wanted to find out why the other guy was so angry, just incase he decided to take a swipe at the car when I drove past him again.
This is where my ignorance of the nuances of westernised ebonics took hold, and I made the mistake of saying:
"What was his problem?"
Which apparently translates into:
"Please take your shirt off, tell me not to start on your "bro", and start punching me in the head through the window. Call your mates and have one of them smash the windscreen of the car with a reflector."
Eventually they left, I called the cops, and forty mintues later, after they had dealt with a car down the road which was overloaded, they took my report. Luckily I had their names from witnesses.
Holy shit I hate dickheads.
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