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<font size="3" face="Arial">No, no, it is not fictional. Darrens story is based soley in fact.Quote:
Originally posted by Gav Ruadh Hallion:
Nice one Darren! That had me laughing out loud!
(I appreciate the story is entirely fictional and of no detriment to Carl, but would've been just as funny involving me or anyone else)
hahahaha!!!
If 'Carl the Cobbler' as he's known in various
other parts the town ('Jimmy the Schnoz', 'Maxo
the Axo' and 'Elvis the Elbow' in Europe only)
wasn't such a back-stabbing, charlie-snorting,
weed-addled-brain-fried business partner, I
don't see what all the fuss is about. Sure, he
keeps most of the crack for himself, but it's not
gonna kill him. I mean, a 'client' of ours lost
a leg recently, but he quickly learnt to get by
on just one; and plus, a fresh ripe stump is like
Nirvana for the crack-fiend running out of avenues
to explore.
D.
<font color="#0099FF" size="1">[ July 13, 2004 03:20 PM: Message edited by: DeviantD ]</font>
You see the Cobblers' picture there? His partner
- (pfe! partner he calls her - somebody trying to
muscle in, is what I call it) - ostensibly kissing
him on the ear. Don't be fooled - they're
rehearsing.
That's how we get gear in when one of is
doing a bit of bird.
It's all true, it's only the facts that are dodgy.
D.
<font size="3" face="Arial">Wait a minute.....is this the same Carl that pimps out transvestites on the waterfront? Then, that would make D......awwww Darren, was the fix really needed THAT badly? Dude, put down the wig and skirt (please) and get some help already. Yes, spit the razor blade out of your mouth. There will be no killing/mugging of johns today. lmaoQuote:
Originally posted by DeviantD:
If 'Carl the Cobbler' as he's known in various
other parts the town ('Jimmy the Schnoz', 'Maxo
the Axo' and 'Elvis the Elbow' in Europe only)
wasn't such a back-stabbing, charlie-snorting,
weed-addled-brain-fried business partner, I
don't see what all the fuss is about. Sure, he
keeps most of the crack for himself, but it's not
gonna kill him. I mean, a 'client' of ours lost
a leg recently, but he quickly learnt to get by
on just one; and plus, a fresh ripe stumb is like
Nirvana for the crack-fiend running out of avenues
to explore.
D.
You're way off track with this one. Back in the
day, when the Cobbler was know then as Carl the
Crotch, and I was simply 'Delicious D', we did
dabble with a little selling of my wares down
at the docks, but it didn't work out, financially
speaking. The sailors were a frugal lot and wouldn't
pay anymore than half-a-penny for kiss, and tuppence
for anything else.
I still have the tatty wig etc., but I prefer not to
dwell on those days - it gives me a pain in the
pudendum.
So anyway, we decided to branch out. We procured
a second-hand meth lab from some dodgy bloke called
Eddie 'face cutter' Smith (for $5 and my final
'tuppence job', or so I thought - and if
I remember right, I got no twating sympathy from
Cobbler that night), and off we went, to corrupt
the youff of America.
Several brief spells in clink later, I was
deported back to England. Thankfully, the jailbirds
were more than happy to put us in touch with
several 'high-key' figures, as they called them.
The only thing 'high' about them was their minds,
and it cost me, at least, fifty bloody (literally,
figuratively speaking) 'tuppence jobs', too, for
the info.
D.
<font color="#0099FF" size="1">[ July 13, 2004 08:58 PM: Message edited by: DeviantD ]</font>
Me giving Carl shit about our trade was just in jest. I think he's a rather stand-up trader and guy and didn't want anybody to think that I was suggesting, in any way, that he wasn't. Sorry about any mixed signals I might have sent. I'd totally recommend him as a trader to anybody reading the board.
I wouldn't. He stitched me right up once. He
promised to deliver two kilos by midnight, and
when we got there - oh, never mind [img]redface.gif[/img]
D.
Lycan it's me ya have to worry about...Stapling a cd to a postcard...LMFAO!!!
LMAO!!! Friggin Drug-DEALERS!!!
LMAO!!! Friggin Drug-DEALERS!!!
What do you think his recent little "holiday" was
all about? That weren't no holiday, mate, he was
on a recee of some crack-bitch cock-jocky we were
tipped off about down the southside, just past the
wrong side of tracks, a little bit left of Troubles-
ville, as part of our recently set-up Anglo-American
franchise.
And what happened? The same old story, Carl I -
or 'C the Eye,' as he goes by down there - keeps
all the 'blag' for himself; snorted the lot before
we even had chance to set up a deal with - I should
keep my mouth shut really. Look at me, I'm
singing like a canary (the other reason why
our little business venture is failing to
make it off the ground). [img]redface.gif[/img]
D.
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Nice one Darren! That had me laughing out loud!
(I appreciate the story is entirely fictional and of no detriment to Carl, but would've been just as funny involving me or anyone else)