Fuck the Portuguese

First they cheat their way into the quarter finals, then they fucken steal my mobile phone.

Was coming home from the Chilis tonight and sat next to a Portuguese couple that had a bit of a argument. Nothing wrong with that apart from she was mad ugly and had hairy legs. Got off at Stockwell to change trains and then found out my phone had slipped out of my pocket on the train before. Got home and rang it until I just got voicemail then called the provider who informed me it was used to call a few mobiles here and in Portugal. He was kind enough to give me the numbers though so I annoyed a few Portuguese for a while until they turned their phones off as well. Ah well, mad me feel better

Worst part is now I have to go in person to Brixton police station and file a report, then sort it out with my insurance company. All the while I am without a phone!

This was not my day

/rant

*Note to self, avoid all contact with the internet while drunk and pissed off*

should've looked after your phone better

cheers captain obvious

Hey spike man, can you give me a call please?

kthx