Did something similar when I was a kid. We had this old **** of a parkeeper. Miserable old ****er with a handlebar tache. He was always telling us off for riding our bikes, or whatever. He loved his parkeeper's hut so we decided to smoke him out of it one night. Crept up behind, stacked up loads of branches etc, and set fire to the lot. It worked well for a while - smoke everywhere -then suddenly. Whoosh!! The Whole ****ing thing went up like a tinder box. Never seen the old **** move so fast, he came flying out like a scalded cat. We scarpered, but the old bill collared us just outside the park. My old man had to come down to the nick to get me out and then listen while this sergeant explained about my 'hoolligan behaviour', that he'd get part of the bill for the burned down hut, and that I may well be prosecuted too. He wasn't best pleased!....
olga??....oh well, im a Slavic female whose name is derived from the old norse name Helga..........suppose he could have called me something worse
I'm a guinness drinker ! But, without the word of a lie, I once drank a pint of Fosters. I know, I know, I should keep **** like that to myself, but you guys honesty just dragged it out of me!
Grinded a 20 bag up and sprinkled it in my mates Grandads baccy pouch 'for a laugh', his family ended up taking him to hospital because they found him slumped on his settee and didn't know what the **** was wrong. I've (cowardly) never held my hands up to that one.
