I'll get onto my contact at the Findus factory and see if I can get the put into packets of Crispy Pancakes for exporting. If it's a go I'll PM you.
I'll get onto my contact at the Findus factory and see if I can get the put into packets of Crispy Pancakes for exporting. If it's a go I'll PM you.
so like their were me and s down in singpore ane wd was fucking hammeered and like giving it large so we went downt to SE tis connected beer dealer who was well hard, me and Q met him n Bent Andi's place in some hilltribe piece of shite village near hendon back when I was dealing proplus ...
Feck, I can't be arsed, anybody want to continue
..... and da lokals was givin us a bit of lip like, and so's me connected beer dealer oo is well 'ard, as i said to youse b4......
Feck neither can i, anyone else?
I was planning a run to Leicester to pick up some green from a group of Pakis I was associated with. I made the calls and organised the pick up in a pub in High Fields. Can't remember the name of the pub other than it is opposite a block of flats that are full of black people (not really suprising in High Fields).
That evening though another call came in from one of my local contacts asking me how much green I could move. I asked how much was available and the cost on each unit. It was a good price and got better the bigger the delivery.
I arranged to meet him at the Free Trade Inn to discuss delivery and payment. Delivery was to be in late the next afternoon. They were happy to drop off at two locations as everything was secure. Payment was three months down the line.
We shook on the deal and walked away. My man left me with a parting comment of if this all goes smoothly we will be moving onto bigger and better things.
Next afternoon I got the call to say the van was on it's way what drop did I want first. I told them the location. A flat in the west end that I had under a dole bludgers name. I called my boy there and told him to take delivery of 15 boxes of Gilette Shaving Foam lids.
I told them the next location once they were clear of his flat. Another flat rented under a students name in the student area of the city. The remaining 15 boxes were dropped off there.
I sent around two associates to check the boxes make sure they were happy with them and split them up into sets of five that would then be stored around the area in peoples houses we had on the books - good honest people who would never be searched - professors, social workers and doctors.
The student delivery was split up between a group of slightly dubious hippy students. They had a weekly allowance they were allowed to smoke from each kg and anything over that they paid for. They could move it and pass it out as long as at the end of the week I was handed the value of however many bags they had opened. Two bags = 1kg double vacume sealed 3mm thick plastic bags with a water filler between the bags (stangant water stinks and is great for keeping the smell under control) once opened though you needed somewhere airtight to store it. I got a job lot (night job really) of samsonite suitcases - the Columbian drug lord style ones. They have rubber seals and therefore were airtight and stink free.
Worked a treat.
Problem was I forgot about the Pakis down in Leicester. They however had not forgot about me. They remembered and when I next did business with them they robbed, served me right for not calling off the deal.
Inspector Boobs Says:
Right! You drug-dealing bastards are all nicked! Nobody leaves this forum until I get at least one megacash from each of you.
Last edited by DrB0b; 04-05-2007 at 10:37 AM.
That reminds me of the time I was friends with a Spaniard call Vhan or something like that.
He was desperate pervert who just couldn't get laid. I took him to a student party and gave him an underwear inspector ID card with his face on it. Luck would have it quirrels method worked and he got his end away twice in one night with two different ladies wanting to show their underwear to him.
Never fucking worked for me though
I once pretended to be an Italian doctor in Stratford Upon Avon.Originally Posted by mrsquirrel
That worked for a couple of hours but someone busted my cover.
Don't tell me, the welsh accent gave you away, or you spilt bolognese all down your shirt?Originally Posted by ChiangMai noon
I'm so bloody posh, I can't even do a Welsh accent.Originally Posted by NickA
^or an Italian one, it would seem...
he speaks with as much welsh accent as vinny jones.....
theres also another link between the two of them but i cant remember it now
^ car doors?
Both like grabbing other mens balls.Originally Posted by slimboyfat
My Dr has given me some synthetic opium pills. They do wonders for the pain but it leaves ya bloody constipated.
^I find a bottle of the local brew in LoS does wonders for the system
Synthetic Opium? What's the name?
You mean Valium. I am somewhat of an expert on opiates. You used to be able to score soluble morphine in Thailand, but not for a few years sadly.
Them were the days.
^ Why do you say hi-class ?
I might have to red you for that
Yeah, not an expert on anything but navel-gazing and licking his own balls.
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