I was actually laughing at the "gay surfers" thing, classic, lying there half drowned and wake up with a salty sun kissed, bleach haired surfer pouting over you as he give you the kiss of life again
- "Yeah thanks gay boy, sneaking in poof kisses when i was out the game, what the fuck ? ? ?"
"But, but, but i was saving you. . . "
"Save it for the court fruit bag !"
And walk off all pissed off hahahahahahaha
However i have had a gun "gently" drawn on me and told not to pursue a converstation about a "financial arrangement" i was involved with, i didn't think i was going to get killed, but i knew i would get fucked up, theres a reasone they're called "gangsters" - and i'm not speaking about black kids with doo-rags, i'm speaking about Glaswegian nut jobs who'd actaully eat you alive just to see what happen.
If you imagine some Eastend London Gangster say from Lock, Stock and 2 Smoking barrels but he's from Glasgow and a million times worse, then you know it's time to let it go, agree, get out the car, thank fuck you're not in a ditch bleeding, and have no cash, something heavy that you know isn't what you thought it was, a great story to never tell anyone the gritty details of