Idiots!

Auto glass would do It for free wouldn't they of your
Fully comp?

did you catch them doing it ???

is it n/s door or n/s rear & hard top or soft top

Tommo wrote: Auto glass would do It for free wouldn't they of your
Fully comp?

there is normaly a exess to pay

ive got the window

pm sent

MysticRich wrote: It's nearside front door and its not worth doing with excess cos its more than window lol.
Didn't get out intime to catch him but our lass got a good look and knows who he. Usual waster but I,ve plenty of time and a name and address :whistle:

Hey Rich hows about you and the wakey lads have a Jimny pay n play event trying to drive your jimnys over his car. If he hasnt got a car then tie him to the back and drag him thro 4ft of water. Its all legal

+1 /\
In fact lets make it a forum event :evil:

iam in :evil:
just bought another jimny,would love to test it out on some f#'";ng idiots skull.

perhaps i could use his forearm as a spring spacer to cure the jimny lean. the rest would fall off whilst offroading leaving a neat tidy job

Please can we wait just a bit til I get my 33s on then I can cause even more damage.

tie them to the end of a tow rope and drive off?
or is that abit extreme lol

Caution: Language

Might I suggest that you use this method for "Getting Even". :evil:

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it
out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know,
take it out on someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to
make. I found the number and dialled it. A man answered,
saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is David. Could I please speak with
Robert Campbell?"


Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f*kin number!"
and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe
that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robert's correct number
to call him, I found that I had accidentally transposed
the last two digits.

After hanging up with him, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When
the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're a
C*nt!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'C*nt' next to
it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks,
when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell,
"You're a C*nt!" It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "C*nt" calling
would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi,
this is John Smith from BT . I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our
Caller ID Program?"

He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and
said, "That's because you're a C*nt!"

One day I was at Lakeside Shopping Centre, getting ready to pull into a
parking spot. Some guy in a gunmetal grey Land Rover cut me
off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and
yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the
idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I
wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first C*nt (I had his
number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the
Land Rover C*nt, too.

I said, "Is this the man with the gunmetal grey Land Rover for sale?" Yes,
it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I
asked. "Yes, I live at 129 Alice Street, in Ilford. It's a terraced house,
and the car's parked right out in front."

"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Steve Hansen," he said. "When's a
good time to catch you, Steve?" "I'm home most days as
I'm currently unemployed." "Listen, Steve, can I tell you something?"
"Yes?" "Steve, you're a C*nt!"

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had
a problem, I had two a**eholes to call. Then one day I
came up with an idea. I called C*nt #1.

"Hello?" "You're a C*nt!" (But I didn't hang up.) "Are you still there?" he
asked. "Yeah," I said. "Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said. "Who are you?" he asked. "My name is Steve Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?" "I live at 129 Alice Street,
Ilford, a terraced house, with my gunmetal grey Land Rover parked out the
front." He said, "I'm coming over right now, Steve. And
you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really
scared, C*nt," and hung up.

Then I called C*nt #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, C*nt," I said. He yelled,
"If I ever find out who you are..." "You'll do what?" I
said. "I'll kick your a*se," he exclaimed. I answered, "Well, C*nt, here's
your chance. I'm coming over right now."


Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at
129 Alice Street, Ilford , and that I was on my way over
there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 5 News about the hoodie
war going down in Alice Street, Ilford.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Alice Street. I got there just
in time to watch two C*nts beating the cr*p out of each
other in front of six police cars, an overhead police helicopter and a News
crew.

Now I feel MUCH better.

Take it from me, anger management really works...

suggest that if you want to do something other than report it to the police you keep it to yourself