Whilst staying in Birmingham, Amy has enlightened me to some stories about her brother Andrew.
When asked by a chav whilst caravaning "I bet you don't even know what a ghetto is", Andrew replied "Yeah I do, its a chocolate cake!"
When leaving his house he said "Bye mum."
"What?" she replied
"Bye mum"
What?"
"BYE MUM"
"What?"
"B I E - BYE MUM"
When discussing Amy's ex-boyfriend (but current at the time) Josh's prospect, he asked what Jask did, to which Amy told him he was an artist/photographer. He said "Well thats not gonna bring home much money is it?" to which Ampy replied "Don't worry, I'm going to be an Architect, I'll bring home the bread." Andrew replied "Bread costs £1.24! What about the rest?!?!?"
Saturday 30 January 2010
Alphabites
Whilst talking about alphabites
Victoria: You never had enough on your plate to make any long words
Pegg: You would if you saved them for weeks!
Victoria: THEY'D GO MOULDY THEY'RE FUCKING POTATO ALEX!!!
Victoria: You never had enough on your plate to make any long words
Pegg: You would if you saved them for weeks!
Victoria: THEY'D GO MOULDY THEY'RE FUCKING POTATO ALEX!!!
Alexander Pegg.
This entry is going to be based around the happenings of Alex Pegg, otherwise known as Alex Hi-Sam Pegg or Pegg Fried Rice.
He was innocently taking out money from a cashpoint in Birmingham at night when this happening occurred.
He was withdrawing the money when a large dark figure emerged through the dusk. With this figure followed a voice.
"Buy a ten bag off me." the voice echoed in the darkness.
"No thanks mate, I'm ok" Alex Politely replied, slightly worried for his safety.
"Buy it." the voice got closer through the mist.
"Nah, I'm alright mate" Pegg, as he is affectionately known, proclaimed.
"Buy this ten bag." the figure insisted, breathing down Pegg's neck, with a blade slowly being revealed from the figure's Kappa tracksuit.
"Ok." Pegg hesitantly said, with a quiver in his voice.
Pegg went to take out another £10 from the cash machine that has now become the cage to which this tale has been scened.
"Make it £20 mate" the voice forcefully obliged.
Pegg, without hesitation took out another £10 from the machine.
They exchanged and parted ways, Pegg not looking back the entire way home.
Once Pegg returned home he shut the door behind him, slid down on the floor, shed a tear and though about the ordeal he had just been through.
He then looked to see what he had just "bought", to realise it was simply garden leaves.
That was the tale of the Pegg and the Chav.
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He was innocently taking out money from a cashpoint in Birmingham at night when this happening occurred.
He was withdrawing the money when a large dark figure emerged through the dusk. With this figure followed a voice.
"Buy a ten bag off me." the voice echoed in the darkness.
"No thanks mate, I'm ok" Alex Politely replied, slightly worried for his safety.
"Buy it." the voice got closer through the mist.
"Nah, I'm alright mate" Pegg, as he is affectionately known, proclaimed.
"Buy this ten bag." the figure insisted, breathing down Pegg's neck, with a blade slowly being revealed from the figure's Kappa tracksuit.
"Ok." Pegg hesitantly said, with a quiver in his voice.
Pegg went to take out another £10 from the cash machine that has now become the cage to which this tale has been scened.
"Make it £20 mate" the voice forcefully obliged.
Pegg, without hesitation took out another £10 from the machine.
They exchanged and parted ways, Pegg not looking back the entire way home.
Once Pegg returned home he shut the door behind him, slid down on the floor, shed a tear and though about the ordeal he had just been through.
He then looked to see what he had just "bought", to realise it was simply garden leaves.
That was the tale of the Pegg and the Chav.
www.myspace.com/alexpegg
www.facebook.com/alex.pegg
Wednesday 27 January 2010
Wednesday 6 January 2010
Lisa Finneral Fail.
"Lisa, you think your smarter than you are."
"No, I know I'm smarter than I am."
dear oh dear.
"No, I know I'm smarter than I am."
dear oh dear.
Monday 4 January 2010
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