On the bus across town to work, Monday morning, four young lads get on complete with schoolbags, uniforms and really tight haircuts, ages vary from 10 or 11 down to about 8, I'm guessing. They all cram into two seats conspiritorially and after a brief converstaion one of the older lads starts to describe his weekend which involved:
Running away from two guys in cars because his brother told their sister she had got fat Sneaking out of the house and heading down salthill with a couple of teenage girls after midnight.
Hitting some fellah that he fell over a wall and landed on his dog.
The audience (myself included) listen in complete silence, hanging on every word
Then he turns to the guy sitting next to him and asks" and how was your weekend?".
2 comments:
Good stuff. Still going strong.
Thing to do with those teenager fuckers is give them a slap on the ear and tell them they'll never amount to anything.
Thanks Bock. I'll bear it in mind. girleens loved the story!
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