Threatened by a scally.
Discussion
rambo19 said:
Sadly, because we chose to walk away, it just gives the chavvy more power.
I used to ignore stuff like that, but not anymore, if he had spoken to me like that he would off been told to 'f*ck off'.
If he had of wanted a fight, he would of got one.
I'm not ex sas, a boxer or fighter or a hard man, just fed up with people talking to me like sh*t.
I just take comfort in that they probably have little formal education, little ability to ever earn a decent wage and will breed with a troll.I used to ignore stuff like that, but not anymore, if he had spoken to me like that he would off been told to 'f*ck off'.
If he had of wanted a fight, he would of got one.
I'm not ex sas, a boxer or fighter or a hard man, just fed up with people talking to me like sh*t.
J4CKO said:
Remembered this from 2003 that I put on Scoobynet
Just coming out of the local Newsagents minding my own, walking along carrying the evenings dinner (Tescos was closed !) and this Corsa stops and the driver winds his window down, there were 4 teenagers in the car, 2 male (just) and two females. Matey in the drivers seat goes to me,
"Excuse me mate"
I go "Yes" (eager to help with directions as thats the kind of guy I am), then again I was expecting bother but he was so fresh faced and pathetic looking I didnt feel threatened at all.
The he goes, "Are you a, er whats the word......" Dramatic Pause
"f
king GIMP"
He then waits for a reaction, so I ask him if he would care to step out of the car and repeat his question, he says no and I see him fumbling to get it in gear and also trying to gather phelgm in his mouth as he made a couple of 'hocking noises'
having spent years as a kid on school buses I knew what was coming so I pre empted it by letting him have it with the contents of my mouth, I had greedily troffed half a bag of KP Peanuts on the way out of the Newsagents and by now they were fairly well chewed, he got the lot full in the mush, he couldnt quite comprehend what had hit him, as it wasnt what he expected, he will be finding bits of nuts in his hair for hours !
He then just dumped the clutch and squealed off but not before telling me that I was a C*nt, that I may be but I am not the one covered in Peanut Butter.
I'm sure I remember that post!Just coming out of the local Newsagents minding my own, walking along carrying the evenings dinner (Tescos was closed !) and this Corsa stops and the driver winds his window down, there were 4 teenagers in the car, 2 male (just) and two females. Matey in the drivers seat goes to me,
"Excuse me mate"
I go "Yes" (eager to help with directions as thats the kind of guy I am), then again I was expecting bother but he was so fresh faced and pathetic looking I didnt feel threatened at all.
The he goes, "Are you a, er whats the word......" Dramatic Pause
"f
king GIMP"He then waits for a reaction, so I ask him if he would care to step out of the car and repeat his question, he says no and I see him fumbling to get it in gear and also trying to gather phelgm in his mouth as he made a couple of 'hocking noises'
having spent years as a kid on school buses I knew what was coming so I pre empted it by letting him have it with the contents of my mouth, I had greedily troffed half a bag of KP Peanuts on the way out of the Newsagents and by now they were fairly well chewed, he got the lot full in the mush, he couldnt quite comprehend what had hit him, as it wasnt what he expected, he will be finding bits of nuts in his hair for hours !
He then just dumped the clutch and squealed off but not before telling me that I was a C*nt, that I may be but I am not the one covered in Peanut Butter.
I've driven a taxi for almost 30 years now and can honestly say that peoples behaviour has got worse, try having four of them in your car at 3am in the morning, it's not just the lower end of the class scale as you might think although there are plenty of them.
Now I'm by no means powerfully built but have lasted all this time in my job by knowing how to deal with such scum on there level regardless of their veiled threats.
Now I'm by no means powerfully built but have lasted all this time in my job by knowing how to deal with such scum on there level regardless of their veiled threats.
Scousefella said:
9mm said:
He was a typical scrawny bag of scouse ste,
Easy Tiger, you might have a little too much tar on that brush. te,
te chav, there's a very high chance they will be a scouser. 'My' one made it all the way to France. No different to saying if you ask someone for the time in Brixton, chances are they won't be white. I quite like the Beatles and there is plenty of soft southern scrawny s
te as well. 
On reflection, Manc scrawny s
te would have provided a better mental image - think Liam Gallagher when he is trying to act hard. The double arm gesturing 'come on then' whilst strutting/walking like you've shat yourself does appear to be a bit of a northern thing. Edited by 9mm on Thursday 29th January 20:56
I would probably never start a fight as id rather not have my ass handed to me on a plate but about 10years ago i was working in Woolwich se London,i stopped to ask a girl if she knew of an address that i was looking for, she said she didn't and walked off. I found the address myself a few seconds up the road, the flat name plate was obscured by a bush, i got out my van and was approached by some drugged up/pissed up little scanky piece of scummy st. He asked why i was talking to his bird, before i answered, bang I'm on the floor, he had punched me in the side of my head splitting the top of my ear open,he runs off as do i,I'm bleeding badly now and his mate is there to calm him down or help him. I manage to get to my van and get in and lock the doors but the keys are in the back, i phone the police,as I'm calling them a half house brick is thrown by my attacker straight into my windscreen smashing it,at this point I'm out of the van i go to the back grab my keys get back in and start it up as i start to reverse out of the space bang another brick hits my screen,this time a more direct strike resulting in glass coming into the dashboard. I was stting bricks. I parked up out of the carpark now on the main road, i get out go to the back and grab my claw hammer,I'm now waiting for this piece of st to come back.
I was shaking with fear,i was scared i then realised in his other hand was a glass milk bottle,what if he had smashed that into my face. As i stood waiting a police car turned up i dropped the hammer, the relief that i was now safe i cried. One officer stood with me whilst the other went looking for him.Stupidly he only lived around the corner and members of the public direct the police to his front door, when he was arrested he was found to have a Stanley knife on him as well as the glass bottle. I was driven to Woolwich nick and an ambulance was called as whilst the police asked for my accounts of what happened they couldn't understand me. I suffered mild concussion i think. A few months later i had to go back to the police station to do a id parade. I picked him out straight away due to the massive scar down his right cheek. No7 was not his lucky line up number.
He went to court, i didn't have to go, he got 8 months for assault and 7 months for criminal damage and for carrying the knife.
After a few weeks i went back to working in that area, but always had my tools with me in the front of the van just in case.
I still get jumpy even today if people get to close to me, be safe out on those mean streets people.
t. He asked why i was talking to his bird, before i answered, bang I'm on the floor, he had punched me in the side of my head splitting the top of my ear open,he runs off as do i,I'm bleeding badly now and his mate is there to calm him down or help him. I manage to get to my van and get in and lock the doors but the keys are in the back, i phone the police,as I'm calling them a half house brick is thrown by my attacker straight into my windscreen smashing it,at this point I'm out of the van i go to the back grab my keys get back in and start it up as i start to reverse out of the space bang another brick hits my screen,this time a more direct strike resulting in glass coming into the dashboard. I was stting bricks. I parked up out of the carpark now on the main road, i get out go to the back and grab my claw hammer,I'm now waiting for this piece of st to come back. I was shaking with fear,i was scared i then realised in his other hand was a glass milk bottle,what if he had smashed that into my face. As i stood waiting a police car turned up i dropped the hammer, the relief that i was now safe i cried. One officer stood with me whilst the other went looking for him.Stupidly he only lived around the corner and members of the public direct the police to his front door, when he was arrested he was found to have a Stanley knife on him as well as the glass bottle. I was driven to Woolwich nick and an ambulance was called as whilst the police asked for my accounts of what happened they couldn't understand me. I suffered mild concussion i think. A few months later i had to go back to the police station to do a id parade. I picked him out straight away due to the massive scar down his right cheek. No7 was not his lucky line up number.
He went to court, i didn't have to go, he got 8 months for assault and 7 months for criminal damage and for carrying the knife.
After a few weeks i went back to working in that area, but always had my tools with me in the front of the van just in case.
I still get jumpy even today if people get to close to me, be safe out on those mean streets people.
digger_R said:
Nezquick said:
"Eh you....what the fk's your problem. Give me fking 60p or i'll knock you out outside".
Me - "seriously....??" and I laughed at him.
He then proceeded to follow me out of the shop and down the street all the while telling me he's going to "kick fk out of me"
Now, I don't really like violent situations. There's no good that can come of them and if I'd have lamped him I would no doubt have been caught on CCTV and locked up for the night.
Not that I'm a well built company director etc, etc but where does the law stand if you hit him first? He's following you telling you he's going to knock you out? Is there no defence to saying you genuinely felt your life was in danger? Not that I'm advocating it, it just seems very strangek's your problem. Give me fking 60p or i'll knock you out outside".Me - "seriously....??" and I laughed at him.
He then proceeded to follow me out of the shop and down the street all the while telling me he's going to "kick f
k out of me"Now, I don't really like violent situations. There's no good that can come of them and if I'd have lamped him I would no doubt have been caught on CCTV and locked up for the night.
StuntmanMike said:
I had a very similar situation 20 years ago, I did knock him out, I got done for ABH, I had to pay him compensation, friends of mine were witnesses for the prosecution, this taught me a valuable lesson, it also came back on me when I got married, as we were unable to emigrate to Canada like we had planned.
Amazing how the justice system can work against the original victim.gtidriver said:
I would probably never start a fight as id rather not have my ass handed to me on a plate but about 10years ago i was working in Woolwich se London,i stopped to ask a girl if she knew of an address that i was looking for, she said she didn't and walked off. I found the address myself a few seconds up the road, the flat name plate was obscured by a bush, i got out my van and was approached by some drugged up/pissed up little scanky piece of scummy st. He asked why i was talking to his bird, before i answered, bang I'm on the floor, he had punched me in the side of my head splitting the top of my ear open,he runs off as do i,I'm bleeding badly now and his mate is there to calm him down or help him. I manage to get to my van and get in and lock the doors but the keys are in the back, i phone the police,as I'm calling them a half house brick is thrown by my attacker straight into my windscreen smashing it,at this point I'm out of the van i go to the back grab my keys get back in and start it up as i start to reverse out of the space bang another brick hits my screen,this time a more direct strike resulting in glass coming into the dashboard. I was stting bricks. I parked up out of the carpark now on the main road, i get out go to the back and grab my claw hammer,I'm now waiting for this piece of st to come back.
I was shaking with fear,i was scared i then realised in his other hand was a glass milk bottle,what if he had smashed that into my face. As i stood waiting a police car turned up i dropped the hammer, the relief that i was now safe i cried. One officer stood with me whilst the other went looking for him.Stupidly he only lived around the corner and members of the public direct the police to his front door, when he was arrested he was found to have a Stanley knife on him as well as the glass bottle. I was driven to Woolwich nick and an ambulance was called as whilst the police asked for my accounts of what happened they couldn't understand me. I suffered mild concussion i think. A few months later i had to go back to the police station to do a id parade. I picked him out straight away due to the massive scar down his right cheek. No7 was not his lucky line up number.
He went to court, i didn't have to go, he got 8 months for assault and 7 months for criminal damage and for carrying the knife.
After a few weeks i went back to working in that area, but always had my tools with me in the front of the van just in case.
I still get jumpy even today if people get to close to me, be safe out on those mean streets people.
Horrible story and sympathies.t. He asked why i was talking to his bird, before i answered, bang I'm on the floor, he had punched me in the side of my head splitting the top of my ear open,he runs off as do i,I'm bleeding badly now and his mate is there to calm him down or help him. I manage to get to my van and get in and lock the doors but the keys are in the back, i phone the police,as I'm calling them a half house brick is thrown by my attacker straight into my windscreen smashing it,at this point I'm out of the van i go to the back grab my keys get back in and start it up as i start to reverse out of the space bang another brick hits my screen,this time a more direct strike resulting in glass coming into the dashboard. I was stting bricks. I parked up out of the carpark now on the main road, i get out go to the back and grab my claw hammer,I'm now waiting for this piece of st to come back. I was shaking with fear,i was scared i then realised in his other hand was a glass milk bottle,what if he had smashed that into my face. As i stood waiting a police car turned up i dropped the hammer, the relief that i was now safe i cried. One officer stood with me whilst the other went looking for him.Stupidly he only lived around the corner and members of the public direct the police to his front door, when he was arrested he was found to have a Stanley knife on him as well as the glass bottle. I was driven to Woolwich nick and an ambulance was called as whilst the police asked for my accounts of what happened they couldn't understand me. I suffered mild concussion i think. A few months later i had to go back to the police station to do a id parade. I picked him out straight away due to the massive scar down his right cheek. No7 was not his lucky line up number.
He went to court, i didn't have to go, he got 8 months for assault and 7 months for criminal damage and for carrying the knife.
After a few weeks i went back to working in that area, but always had my tools with me in the front of the van just in case.
I still get jumpy even today if people get to close to me, be safe out on those mean streets people.
Of course the rest of PH will tell you have you should have done X,Y & Z and had him crying in a pool of his own piss in seconds, but for the rest of us that are human, we just have no experience of that kind of violence and are completely at a loss.
J4CKO said:
Remembered this from 2003 that I put on Scoobynet
Just coming out of the local Newsagents minding my own, walking along carrying the evenings dinner (Tescos was closed !) and this Corsa stops and the driver winds his window down, there were 4 teenagers in the car, 2 male (just) and two females. Matey in the drivers seat goes to me,
"Excuse me mate"
I go "Yes" (eager to help with directions as thats the kind of guy I am), then again I was expecting bother but he was so fresh faced and pathetic looking I didnt feel threatened at all.
The he goes, "Are you a, er whats the word......" Dramatic Pause
"fking GIMP"
He then waits for a reaction, so I ask him if he would care to step out of the car and repeat his question, he says no and I see him fumbling to get it in gear and also trying to gather phelgm in his mouth as he made a couple of 'hocking noises'
having spent years as a kid on school buses I knew what was coming so I pre empted it by letting him have it with the contents of my mouth, I had greedily troffed half a bag of KP Peanuts on the way out of the Newsagents and by now they were fairly well chewed, he got the lot full in the mush, he couldnt quite comprehend what had hit him, as it wasnt what he expected, he will be finding bits of nuts in his hair for hours !
He then just dumped the clutch and squealed off but not before telling me that I was a C*nt, that I may be but I am not the one covered in Peanut Butter.
Lol peanut butter, its always corsas!Just coming out of the local Newsagents minding my own, walking along carrying the evenings dinner (Tescos was closed !) and this Corsa stops and the driver winds his window down, there were 4 teenagers in the car, 2 male (just) and two females. Matey in the drivers seat goes to me,
"Excuse me mate"
I go "Yes" (eager to help with directions as thats the kind of guy I am), then again I was expecting bother but he was so fresh faced and pathetic looking I didnt feel threatened at all.
The he goes, "Are you a, er whats the word......" Dramatic Pause
"f
king GIMP"He then waits for a reaction, so I ask him if he would care to step out of the car and repeat his question, he says no and I see him fumbling to get it in gear and also trying to gather phelgm in his mouth as he made a couple of 'hocking noises'
having spent years as a kid on school buses I knew what was coming so I pre empted it by letting him have it with the contents of my mouth, I had greedily troffed half a bag of KP Peanuts on the way out of the Newsagents and by now they were fairly well chewed, he got the lot full in the mush, he couldnt quite comprehend what had hit him, as it wasnt what he expected, he will be finding bits of nuts in his hair for hours !
He then just dumped the clutch and squealed off but not before telling me that I was a C*nt, that I may be but I am not the one covered in Peanut Butter.
Firstly, I would agree with others and would aleays try to walk or run away in these situations as i've got more to lose than a cretin.
However, it reminds me of a time about 15 years ago, an early Saturday evening. I was standing at the bus stop of my local time with my best friend along with a dozen or so other people waiting for a bus. A young chap of a similar age to me approached me with, what I presume was his girlfriend, and demanded that I empty my pockets.
I remember I was tired as I'd not slept much the previous night and perhaps this affected my reaction.
I had my hands in my pockets as the scrote approached me, and he stepped right up to me, his face just a few inches away from mine so that he could have headbutted me. I froze, he then told me to "empty your f*cking pockets, i've got a knife".
From the corner of my eye I could see my best friend edging away but I noticed that the scrote was reaching in his pockets.
Although I'm a peaceful chap, the anger started boiling up inside me very quicklyand felt like I was going to explode.
What I then did still surprises me. I turned to look at the scrotes girlfriend and calmly said in language they could both understand "get your girlfriend out of my face before I put his head through the f*cking window".
Bearing in mind the scrote must have been about 5'10 and stocky but I am 6'2 and at the time used to bench press 120kg
The girl started screaming and grabbed the scrote telling him to get away from me because she thought I looked like I was going to beat the s*it out of him. She started panicking The scrote backed off and walking away saying he knew eho I was and eould come back.
I stood there, not moving and carried on waiting for the bus.
I guess he picked on the wrong person that day but got away lightly
However, it reminds me of a time about 15 years ago, an early Saturday evening. I was standing at the bus stop of my local time with my best friend along with a dozen or so other people waiting for a bus. A young chap of a similar age to me approached me with, what I presume was his girlfriend, and demanded that I empty my pockets.
I remember I was tired as I'd not slept much the previous night and perhaps this affected my reaction.
I had my hands in my pockets as the scrote approached me, and he stepped right up to me, his face just a few inches away from mine so that he could have headbutted me. I froze, he then told me to "empty your f*cking pockets, i've got a knife".
From the corner of my eye I could see my best friend edging away but I noticed that the scrote was reaching in his pockets.
Although I'm a peaceful chap, the anger started boiling up inside me very quicklyand felt like I was going to explode.
What I then did still surprises me. I turned to look at the scrotes girlfriend and calmly said in language they could both understand "get your girlfriend out of my face before I put his head through the f*cking window".
Bearing in mind the scrote must have been about 5'10 and stocky but I am 6'2 and at the time used to bench press 120kg
The girl started screaming and grabbed the scrote telling him to get away from me because she thought I looked like I was going to beat the s*it out of him. She started panicking The scrote backed off and walking away saying he knew eho I was and eould come back.
I stood there, not moving and carried on waiting for the bus.
I guess he picked on the wrong person that day but got away lightly
I had a run in with the local rent-a-gob last year. Started when whilst out walking the dogs in the local park, I dared to ask him & his clique to pick up beer bottles strewn all over the floor.
He wasn't having any of that but rather than a further escalation, reported him via 101.
Surprisingly, a PCSO did attend & had words with him. The PSCO spoke to me later & said he was "known".
The next episode came a few weeks later when again out walking the dogs. As I walked past him, he mutters "yeah, I never forget a face".
Ignored him & made my way to the dog ste bin, then walked back past him & the gang who were sitting on the grass (which funnily enough was where the dogs usually empty their bladders).
Got about 50m from them & more shouting & insults, followed by "we know where you live" (which is true, they do).
So I stopped, turned around & said "what is your problem?".
With that, he was on his feet as I said "and what are you going to do about it". Too much provocation I guess. He came bounding over for a nose to nose. Well, I'm about twice his weight and a good foot taller.
It was all show though, just wanting to impress his girlfriends. After giving me a shove & than waiting for me to make him the victim, I told him to get some self respect, a job, get laid or anything that would give him something else to do rather than be the Fagin to school kids.
That must have really confused him as he walked off, struggling to work out what I'd just said.
I did think about giving him a slap, but that would have only have ended badly for me.
Reported the incident, no action can be taken. OK.
Then about 3 months later, I had the cops around over another incident & the PSCO told me that he'd "left" the village. Apparently, he'd mouthed-off to the wrong person & they'd kicked the crap out of him.
It's been quiet since, but the weather usually plays a major part in that.
He wasn't having any of that but rather than a further escalation, reported him via 101.
Surprisingly, a PCSO did attend & had words with him. The PSCO spoke to me later & said he was "known".
The next episode came a few weeks later when again out walking the dogs. As I walked past him, he mutters "yeah, I never forget a face".
Ignored him & made my way to the dog s
te bin, then walked back past him & the gang who were sitting on the grass (which funnily enough was where the dogs usually empty their bladders).Got about 50m from them & more shouting & insults, followed by "we know where you live" (which is true, they do).
So I stopped, turned around & said "what is your problem?".
With that, he was on his feet as I said "and what are you going to do about it". Too much provocation I guess. He came bounding over for a nose to nose. Well, I'm about twice his weight and a good foot taller.
It was all show though, just wanting to impress his girlfriends. After giving me a shove & than waiting for me to make him the victim, I told him to get some self respect, a job, get laid or anything that would give him something else to do rather than be the Fagin to school kids.
That must have really confused him as he walked off, struggling to work out what I'd just said.
I did think about giving him a slap, but that would have only have ended badly for me.
Reported the incident, no action can be taken. OK.
Then about 3 months later, I had the cops around over another incident & the PSCO told me that he'd "left" the village. Apparently, he'd mouthed-off to the wrong person & they'd kicked the crap out of him.
It's been quiet since, but the weather usually plays a major part in that.
funkyrobot said:
StuntmanMike said:
I had a very similar situation 20 years ago, I did knock him out, I got done for ABH, I had to pay him compensation, friends of mine were witnesses for the prosecution, this taught me a valuable lesson, it also came back on me when I got married, as we were unable to emigrate to Canada like we had planned.
Amazing how the justice system can work against the original victim.The scrote ended up with a broken jaw, and claimed he was hit with a 2x4.
The bloke had to move as his wife didn't feel safe in the house anymore. She was alone in the house when the scrote broke in, and the bloke was getting in from a late shift.
I lost a huge amout of faith in the police and the justice system that day.
NoNeed said:
This made me think of an old thread http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
Whatever happened to Flashman?
He's too busy skiing to post on here!Whatever happened to Flashman?
funkyrobot said:
StuntmanMike said:
I had a very similar situation 20 years ago, I did knock him out, I got done for ABH, I had to pay him compensation, friends of mine were witnesses for the prosecution, this taught me a valuable lesson, it also came back on me when I got married, as we were unable to emigrate to Canada like we had planned.
Amazing how the justice system can work against the original victim.Most of these scrotes know the law quite well, having been on the receiving end and mixing with low-lifes, so they will not hesitate to use it to their advantage where they can. Always best to avoid giving them that advantage if you can.
i always, without question walk away from confrontation. it's just not worth the risk. the son of a guy i knew was having some chow in a boozer with his missus and was getting hassled by a pissed up bloke. the guy turned up the heat sufficiently to get get a crack for his trouble. the lad who'd been trying to have a bite to eat lost it and punched the drunk fella. he hit his head on the bar on the way down and died in hospital some time later. the innocent party went down for manslaughter.2 lives ruined for nothing.
many moons ago i did something unnecessarily confrontational that thankfully didn't result in fisticuffs.
i was walking into a boozer and 4 or 5 lads were sat on a table outside.i still can't work out why but for some reason they started giving me grief (usual crap, trying to trip me over as i walked past and were gobbing off).
i carried on without rising to the bait and walked in. as i stood at the bar i grew more and more enraged at what had occurred. so much so i left the pub through the other door and went home. i was still seething and for some reason decided that i would teach one of the guys a lesson(the guy that tried to trip me had angered me the most). i found a marker pen in a drawer and went back to the pub. i walked straight up to the guy that tripped me and ran the blue marker pen across his face shouting that it could just as easily have been a knife.
he was in complete shock as were his mates and they just sat there looking dumb.the guy with pen all over his face couldn't grasp what had happened and kept touching his face and looking at his hand to see if there was any blood. i just walked away, weirdly satisfied.
to this day i don't know why i bothered reacting. probably exuberance of youth (it was 20 odd years ago)......and the situation could have ended badly.
....although the ahole probably thought twice the next time he felt like acting in a yobbish manner.!!
many moons ago i did something unnecessarily confrontational that thankfully didn't result in fisticuffs.
i was walking into a boozer and 4 or 5 lads were sat on a table outside.i still can't work out why but for some reason they started giving me grief (usual crap, trying to trip me over as i walked past and were gobbing off).
i carried on without rising to the bait and walked in. as i stood at the bar i grew more and more enraged at what had occurred. so much so i left the pub through the other door and went home. i was still seething and for some reason decided that i would teach one of the guys a lesson(the guy that tried to trip me had angered me the most). i found a marker pen in a drawer and went back to the pub. i walked straight up to the guy that tripped me and ran the blue marker pen across his face shouting that it could just as easily have been a knife.
he was in complete shock as were his mates and they just sat there looking dumb.the guy with pen all over his face couldn't grasp what had happened and kept touching his face and looking at his hand to see if there was any blood. i just walked away, weirdly satisfied.
to this day i don't know why i bothered reacting. probably exuberance of youth (it was 20 odd years ago)......and the situation could have ended badly.
....although the a
hole probably thought twice the next time he felt like acting in a yobbish manner.!!98elise said:
A bloke I used to work with was done for ABH after finding an intruder in his home. This was a 60 year old man arriving home to find a scrote hiding behind a door in his living room.
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr this angers me so much, he should have got a medal, not a criminal record!Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff