Ron Burgunfeces
Last seen gallivanting naked through a field of poppies
"a Adonis"
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Post by Ron Burgunfeces on Mar 15, 2024 0:24:41 GMT 1
Looking forward to your fun recap of EE GTG #8!! (yay)
The NoblemanHere it is: I walked into the Backstage bar, we said "Hey!", talked about our respective upcoming concert agendas, and we darted, him towards metro line 2, myself towards metro line 13! Cuz somebody had a financial emergency to tend to! Aw shit, did his hooker need enough money to be able to buy a packet of potato crisps?
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psychobolia
Annoying their neighbor by playing the sitar
Ligma balls
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Post by psychobolia on Mar 15, 2024 8:52:09 GMT 1
I'm not telling. (I'm not knowing, either)
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Post by *ech* on Mar 15, 2024 13:52:23 GMT 1
If you want the whole scandalous details, here they are. Brace yourselves, it's not for the faint of heart. Right after my concert ended, I ordered a beer at the bar. The bartender brought me the beer and when I looked for my bank card in my wallet, it was gone... I paid with my phone and then quickly texted my wife at home to find out if it was there. But she didn't text back. I assumed she was asleep. I then ran into psychobolia, exchanged pleasantries, and we both went our different ways. On the metro, my wife texted back that my bank card was NOT at home. So now I'm contemplating having to cancel it, losing access to all the services it's attached to: streaming services, phone plans, ISP bill, etc. So I'm getting in an increasingly bad mood. I look in my wallet again and, lo and behold, there it is, behind another card, just not in the section I usually keep it in. I hope this tense tale of terror was to your liking. And apologies for the gruesome, graphic, gory details.
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Post by Aristocrat on Mar 15, 2024 20:27:30 GMT 1
If you want the whole scandalous details, here they are. Brace yourselves, it's not for the faint of heart. Right after my concert ended, I ordered a beer at the bar. The bartender brought me the beer and when I looked for my bank card in my wallet, it was gone... I paid with my phone and then quickly texted my wife at home to find out if it was there. But she didn't text back. I assumed she was asleep. I then ran into psychobolia, exchanged pleasantries, and we both went our different ways. On the metro, my wife texted back that my bank card was NOT at home. So now I'm contemplating having to cancel it, losing access to all the services it's attached to: streaming services, phone plans, ISP bill, etc. So I'm getting in an increasingly bad mood. I look in my wallet again and, lo and behold, there it is, behind another card, just not in the section I usually keep it in. I hope this tense tale of terror was to your liking. And apologies for the gruesome, graphic, gory details. That's a great story. Thank you for sharing, and I'm glad it all ended well.
Maybe you shouldn't handle your money cards whilst fucked up on drugs and alcohol.
That seems to be the moral of the story.
The Nobleman
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