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Wheelie Bin Thiefs

Imagine stealing a wheelie bin, 50 quid it cost me when I moved in and some scoundrel decides to lift it from the back alley today. Due to the fact I was brought up in Portadown, I borrowed another wheelie bin. I sneaked it in the back gate just now under cover of darkness and have 'rebranded' it shall we say. I'm a bit mental me!!

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I would make some feeble Bin Lad-en joke, but honestly, I am too tired.

I went down to my Grandmothers grave on Sunday and noticed that somone had stolen the holder that sits inside the urn for the flowers. Dirty rotten bastards. I do have some morals so I just went home and cut a coke bottle up, shoved some stones in it and used that. But what sort of dirty bastard would steal /anything/ from a grave?

What is a wheelie bin?

Anyone wanta buy a cheap wheelie bin that I just happened to purchase from some kid called Bin Lad-en in Belfast recently for 20p?

Oh. A trash can. Though "wheelie bin" does have a much more poetic ring to it.

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