The missus heres a knock on the door at about 11:15 this morning; she says can you get it? Sure! I open the door, a bloke says can I have a drink of water?
Exactly. I look through the front door; here's this six foot 2 guy built like brick shithouse, he asked for a glass of water. I step out the door and say what's your name, he says (get this) John Brown. i say, show me some ID, he says he's got none. I say, get the F--- Off my property now. He calls me a white C--t.
He nearly got more than a cup and a half. Cheeky bastard he was; looked very suprised when I told him to F off. Lucky it wasn't a kid opening the door or a shiella. Who knows what would of happened.
Means that he was trying to get a look inside Holdfasts house to see if there was anything there worth stealing. Typical bogan, up to no good response. See it all the time when I work in a local liquor shop (thank god I only work there part time). Catch a dude/biatch stealing and you'll cop every expletive under the sun. Its funny how your there best mate 1 minute and suddenly a "f------ idiot" for catching them making a bottle disappear down their pants
Yeah, mate, know what you mean. I had me car stolen from the same address, shits been goin missing now and then. Gave the coppers a good description and they were good enough to come around. Aboriginal 6 foot 2 about 95 maybe 100kg plus. (probably heavier) Solid build Curly hair had a workers shirt on one of the fluro types.
I just heard a knock of the door.. A bloke says is this 24, I say yep, his says CRAP, it's 11 of 24 and walks off to number 11. He didn't ask for a drink, or scope the place out.
Their cheeky buggers alright. About 2 weeks after my VN was stolen (really nioce car it was my first newy) I spent about four nights from about 12 at night through til dawn waiting in the shadows with a pick handle. This prick comes up my drive way sniffin around, I fronted him and he took off like a flash. Back then I was pretty fit, could run 5k in about 17minutes and not a bad sprinter. This guy was full of adrenalin, no way could I catch him and if I did I would have gone to jail.
Yeah; his name is Holdfast and his puppy is called aluminium baseball bat. Actually I have 3 puppies.
Hahaha yeah 2 puppies, thunder and lightning. But seriously, that's really ****ed, I'd be getting a huge ass **** off dog to hopefully look after my ****.
Anyway, guys thats my pub yarn for today. Hopefully fronting this pr**k has had the desired effect and he won't be back. I'm going to go and word the neighbours up; thanks for the yak. End.
At least he wasn't a door to door salesperson, you would never have been able to get rid of them. :boxing:
We use to have a few come around and the guys on their bikes with suits and ties asking for donations. Funny how they don't visit much. Dad on the other hand enjoyed the visits, they would bring their prayer books to try to convert old dad. The old bloke got crook in his later years, too much Saint Agnes brandy. He'd let those clean cut young blokes in for a yarn about god but only if they would let him tell his side of the story after they had finished telling him about his sins. They would preach and try all kind of tricks but dad would end up offering them some advice about having a few beers or brandies and getting themselves a good root. The old bloke was quite convincing and on a few occassions I reckon those visitors left thinking that maybe they should have a beer and chase some skirt. Anyway, in the end they gave up visiting such a sinner :smoking:
