03-29-2012, 07:36 AM
[quote='billy' pid='92146' dateline='1331976395']
say whut....
yeah, common speak works on the principle that you can read someone's mind.
one of my favourites is; "did you see that?"
say whut?
did i see what, you bastard?
and then people who wear a watch asking you for the right time; do they set their watches at the wrong time? are they checking up to see if i set my watch at the right time?
the last one is, hunny bunnoo (giving away a secret here, i know) can you pass me a toilet roles please?
say whut?
you went into the toilet where the bog roll is right opposite the shitter and you didn't see it was empty?
okay i know it's not slang but it's as bad as.
i have a lot of gangster friends (yes, i'm ashamed) and their language is out of this world, it's almost as foreign as Esperanto; little men or soldiers are rounds of ammo.a thousand is a bag of sand. they insist on buying throw away phones and then ring you and when you ask "who is it" they reply "it's me"
the conversation goes like this;
them "yo billy boy" (don't they know i'm an old fart?)
me, "who's that?" (thinking whose this clown)
them "it's me"
me "it's me who?"
them "you know, me!"
me "are you jerking me off ?"
them "stop fucking about billy, have you seen the little fella?"
me, "what little fella, who's speaking?"
them "you know, the little fella" ( i do know who the little fella is, it's one of my adopted sons but i still don't know who this is)
me "what little fella and you still ahven't told me who you are"
them "fuck off, the five'o could be listening in)
me "listen, i can leave the little fella a message if you want?"
them "yeah, that'd be good, can you tell him the ged kavanagh called"
me "no probs, ...is that you ged?"
ged "yeah, how's you been keeping, not been on the scene much, just got back from spain, what it is is, i'm looking for a couple of keys of the white fella" (cocaine)
me "fuck ged, what are you talking business to me for on my fucking house phone. the five'o are probably listening in, if you want the little fella fucking ring the little fella"
and the phone goes dead. it's a normal occurrence, they think i'm privy to all that shit and talk to me as if i were one of them...and mainly there as stupid as monkey shit
**
Hilarious !!
rh
say whut....
yeah, common speak works on the principle that you can read someone's mind.
one of my favourites is; "did you see that?"
say whut?
did i see what, you bastard?
and then people who wear a watch asking you for the right time; do they set their watches at the wrong time? are they checking up to see if i set my watch at the right time?
the last one is, hunny bunnoo (giving away a secret here, i know) can you pass me a toilet roles please?
say whut?
you went into the toilet where the bog roll is right opposite the shitter and you didn't see it was empty?
okay i know it's not slang but it's as bad as.
i have a lot of gangster friends (yes, i'm ashamed) and their language is out of this world, it's almost as foreign as Esperanto; little men or soldiers are rounds of ammo.a thousand is a bag of sand. they insist on buying throw away phones and then ring you and when you ask "who is it" they reply "it's me"
the conversation goes like this;
them "yo billy boy" (don't they know i'm an old fart?)
me, "who's that?" (thinking whose this clown)
them "it's me"
me "it's me who?"
them "you know, me!"
me "are you jerking me off ?"
them "stop fucking about billy, have you seen the little fella?"
me, "what little fella, who's speaking?"
them "you know, the little fella" ( i do know who the little fella is, it's one of my adopted sons but i still don't know who this is)
me "what little fella and you still ahven't told me who you are"
them "fuck off, the five'o could be listening in)
me "listen, i can leave the little fella a message if you want?"
them "yeah, that'd be good, can you tell him the ged kavanagh called"
me "no probs, ...is that you ged?"
ged "yeah, how's you been keeping, not been on the scene much, just got back from spain, what it is is, i'm looking for a couple of keys of the white fella" (cocaine)
me "fuck ged, what are you talking business to me for on my fucking house phone. the five'o are probably listening in, if you want the little fella fucking ring the little fella"
and the phone goes dead. it's a normal occurrence, they think i'm privy to all that shit and talk to me as if i were one of them...and mainly there as stupid as monkey shit
**
Hilarious !!
rh