See above post... long story involving groundings, computer bans and missed detentions. Work it out.
Anyway, I was grounded not just because of missed d/ts, but because I was 'breaking' my grounding and setting fire to stuff. Which I have not. Honest. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a poker in my eye. They do not bear the marks of my burnings.
1. The attacks are very close to people's homes... something I tend to avoid
2. Burning in in strong winds, something else I avoid. No need to cause too large a conflagration.
3. I never burn the same public space twice.
Anyway, went on to The Heath (ahem, it's some organic wisps over sand) and found the burner. It was Bozzer, a 'hard nut' CHAV of very little brain whose hobbies include stealing anything from any shop - he once got done for stealing tampons - happy slapping and causing mayhem. I confronted him. At a safe distance.
TCG: What on earth are you doing?
Bozzer: Nuffink.
TCG: No, you are doing something. You're setting the heath on fire.
Bozzer: Noimnot.
TCG: *takes a moment to translate* What are you doing with the petrol can and lighter then?
Bozzer: Nuf-FINK!
TCG: You know who I am?
Bozzer: Wot? (At this point it becomes apparent to me that he is stoned out of his tiny mind)
TCG: I'm Trashcan Girl, fastest arsonist in the west, and according to the legends, mentally unstable. (I don't usually say this, but I had to deal with him, and I thought I'd remind him completely)
Bozzer: Oh yeah, you're the crazy fugly bird who burns hobos at the stake.
TCG: Um... I don't burn anyone, but it's never too late to start, I suppose...
Bozzer dropped his can and took of like a cheetah with a stick of dynamite up its rectal cavity (not that I've seen/tried this).
I just hope he wasn't too attached to the paint job on his car. I tipped a load of paint stripper on it because he was a git. I found his stash under one of the wheel rims... now it's in the local sewerage system.
Do not muscle in on my turf... payback is swift, sadistic and very expensive for you.
Monday, 28 January 2008
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This blog is a Felix Sq. creation. It is entirely fictional - Trash does not exist. You can read Felix's real-life blog here at toiletducknut.blogspot.com/.
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The pictures are mine. I was going to get Bob to do it. Here she lurks - bobeth.blogspot.com.
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