Best "done over with fake goods" stories..
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Was going to put this in the "built to last" thread.. but it was too far OT
The discussion on Oakleys reminded me of a friend who showed me his cool new oakleys, which had managed to pickup a scratch on the lense, which on closer inspection turned out to be a very thin coating painted on clear plastic lenses..
I then promptly pissed myself when they turned out to be "oakeys" and he paid £50 for them thinking he was getting a bargain!
Anyone know someone or been done over yourself with stupidly fake goods..
I tried a few of times to buy clothes on ebay, and only once out of about ten attempts were the goods genuine. Oddly my misses has much better luck and it all seems to be the real deal.
Also had the usual fake armani jeans when I was at school. yuk,
The discussion on Oakleys reminded me of a friend who showed me his cool new oakleys, which had managed to pickup a scratch on the lense, which on closer inspection turned out to be a very thin coating painted on clear plastic lenses..
I then promptly pissed myself when they turned out to be "oakeys" and he paid £50 for them thinking he was getting a bargain!
Anyone know someone or been done over yourself with stupidly fake goods..
I tried a few of times to buy clothes on ebay, and only once out of about ten attempts were the goods genuine. Oddly my misses has much better luck and it all seems to be the real deal.
Also had the usual fake armani jeans when I was at school. yuk,
Ayahuasca said:
Mont Blanc pen.
Was fine until it needed a refill.
I marched into the MB shop in Mayfair, went up to the very superior being being the counter, waved my pen at him and said, "A refill for this pen, my good man!"
It all went a bit s
t from there, really.
it's because you were not holding your pen in your hand. Was fine until it needed a refill.
I marched into the MB shop in Mayfair, went up to the very superior being being the counter, waved my pen at him and said, "A refill for this pen, my good man!"
It all went a bit s
t from there, really.Ayahuasca said:
Mont Blanc pen.
Was fine until it needed a refill.
I marched into the MB shop in Mayfair, went up to the very superior being being the counter, waved my pen at him and said, "A refill for this pen, my good man!"
It all went a bit st from there, really.
Why are MB bods all such arses? You sell pens ffs...Was fine until it needed a refill.
I marched into the MB shop in Mayfair, went up to the very superior being being the counter, waved my pen at him and said, "A refill for this pen, my good man!"
It all went a bit s
t from there, really.
GTIR said:
Ayahuasca said:
Mont Blanc pen.
Was fine until it needed a refill.
I marched into the MB shop in Mayfair, went up to the very superior being being the counter, waved my pen at him and said, "A refill for this pen, my good man!"
It all went a bit st from there, really.
it's because you were not holding your pen in your hand. Was fine until it needed a refill.
I marched into the MB shop in Mayfair, went up to the very superior being being the counter, waved my pen at him and said, "A refill for this pen, my good man!"
It all went a bit s
t from there, really.
eldar said:
GTIR said:
Ayahuasca said:
Mont Blanc pen.
Was fine until it needed a refill.
I marched into the MB shop in Mayfair, went up to the very superior being being the counter, waved my pen at him and said, "A refill for this pen, my good man!"
It all went a bit st from there, really.
it's because you were not holding your pen in your hand. Was fine until it needed a refill.
I marched into the MB shop in Mayfair, went up to the very superior being being the counter, waved my pen at him and said, "A refill for this pen, my good man!"
It all went a bit s
t from there, really.
Me and a few pals were away on a lads holiday. We were having lunch, my mate joined us in a nice shirt. He opened a can of drink and it sprayed all over him.
We had a laugh saying he must be gutted about his nice shirt which on closer inspection turned out to
be a 'Giorgio Kline.'
'My mum bought it for me' was his response!
We had a laugh saying he must be gutted about his nice shirt which on closer inspection turned out to
be a 'Giorgio Kline.'
'My mum bought it for me' was his response!
Mate of mine changed some Sterling for Czech Koruna from some bloke on a street in Prague. Except, of course, he actually exchanged his sterling for some Hungarian Forints, worth about 1/10th of a Koruna. He was so chuffed about getting this great exchange rate until we pointed out that his notes looked nothing like ours. To cap off the scam, coincidentally enough another bloke wandered past five minutes later expressing sympathy and offering to change the near-worthless Forints back into Koruna, thus ensuring that they don't even have to bother going to get some more Forints before moving on to the next idiotic tourist.
On the drugs thing - a couple of chaps that I knew clearly illustrated why drugs are bad!
Their dealer told them about the law that the Post Office cannot open your mail. So the rouse was that you could mail-order drugs with no issues. The postie couldn't open the packet and the Police had no way to intercepting the post anyway. Well, my two friends thought this was brilliant (in their drug fuelled haze that is). Dealer explained that its best in bulk as it reduced the risks.
So they managed to get all of the money they had, including some friends together, and mailed it off to an address in Blackpool. They waited, and they waited and they waited.
.... and the dealer was never seen again...
See, don't do drugs. Turns a once clever and articulate person into an utter moron. They lost several thousand pounds that way - how is that for not getting what you wanted?
Their dealer told them about the law that the Post Office cannot open your mail. So the rouse was that you could mail-order drugs with no issues. The postie couldn't open the packet and the Police had no way to intercepting the post anyway. Well, my two friends thought this was brilliant (in their drug fuelled haze that is). Dealer explained that its best in bulk as it reduced the risks.
So they managed to get all of the money they had, including some friends together, and mailed it off to an address in Blackpool. They waited, and they waited and they waited.
.... and the dealer was never seen again...
See, don't do drugs. Turns a once clever and articulate person into an utter moron. They lost several thousand pounds that way - how is that for not getting what you wanted?
You'd be amazed at the number of deluded fools who get a fantastic deal on a great laptop / flat screen telly from a friendly chap in a white van down the local supermarket car park. It's always such a shame when they get home and unwrap a couple of bottles of water/ a brick/a broken piece of scrap...
Edited by JulianHJ on Wednesday 29th July 20:12
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