Thanks, and glad I can incite a smile at the least.skippy wrote:I love your capers, yogi, they always get a LOL out of me.
Yes indeed, but there's far more to that chain of events than I've let on.skippy wrote:I'm still laughing about the laser site on Ben and his schizo mate they must have shit themselves
Turns out when I posted Ben (whom I've dubbed 'Benny Fables') had been home invaded and bashed in Gin Gin on All Hallows Eve, had run off to Brissy and didn't expect him to return, I had spoken too soon.
Within 2-3 weeks, so prior to my post mentioning it, he had indeed returned to Gin Gin and was cohabiting behind the Bridgestone tyre dealership with his schizo mate Wayne Jones (or Alien Wayne because he's obsessed with aliens, min min lights and the ghost of his hated father come back to haunt him).
According to Gin Gin gossip they had done a number of break ins in Rosedale and Wallaville, in which they'd damaged several dwellings removing gun safes to acquire about 30 guns, which they were reputedly selling around Gin Gin.
And the bloke on the left in the 2nd photo (of me holding baby croc) in the 2nd post on this page, who for the time being I will refer to as 'Custard Guts' is implicated upto his scrotum. He threatened to shoot me in Oct 15. Fortunately I know he's full of shit and always needs someone else to do his dirty work. If he pushes his luck I'll blow the lid on this can of worm regarding what I know of his activities for at least 19 years. He's a long term trouble maker who lost all his ethics (assuming he had some)popping anti-depressants, introduced Benny Fables to me and has alot to lose if he doesn't learn to mind his own hypocritical business.
As I announced to whomever skulking around the scrub next to my place recently "I reckon I'm pretty easy going, but piss me off and I'm as extreme as they come"