My name is Ryan and this is a story. Last year around uh this time actually about a year ago I was in England with a few friends of mine we were on a school trip and we were pub hopping. We just got out of this real propper pub and this dude walks up to us he’s really strange looking he has a tattered hoodie and tattered cloth windpants and he’s isn’t clean shaven at all but he has a buzzed head and he comes up to us and he’s asking us for change and he’s like (english accent) “Oh, I need fourteen pence to make it to me friends turn right” and he just goes on about that for about five minutes and so we all decide to like pull together and give him about two pounds together, thats about four bucks so we thought that was pretty generous and right after that he goes (accent), “You guys want some weed?” and we uh, and we all decided that uh, I was kind of against it but, it was a friend a friend of mines birthday, and so we started following this dude to the cafe (accent) “right up there” as he said. And we didn’t really have a way to identify him he had a hoodie on that said T7-3 on the back so we just called him T seven three and we’re walking a long, I’m right behind him, and things are getting sketchy it’s been fifteen minutes and the cafe was supposed to be right up ahead and we’re just aimlessly wandering following this guy, I’m starting to get really sketched, I don’t really know what’s going on and we’re like deep within the ghetto’s of Bristol, England now. So we say we decide that we say “Hey man, it’s been like an hour now, we’ve got to leave” and he’s like (accent) “but I thought you guys was wantin’ some stuff?” and we’re like “naw man, we did but it’s been a long time” and so he’s like “well whycanigetchaforin now?” and a friend of mine actually, the dude who’s birthday it actually was, “says hey, it’s ok, you got some exercise?” and this totally sets him off. He freaks out, I’m in total confusion to where my future lies, I don’t know if I’m gonna get stabbed. Well anyway what happens is we run away through the alleys and we end up getting really lost but we survived and that’s the good thing. And that’s about it.
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