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Confrontation with mags at work today

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KingMackem said:
Dear diary,

As I was in the vending machine que at my workplace today I was waiting patiently in line for my usual (2 packets of hula hoops (sequential) and a double decker) when I notice that one of the resident mags whos legal name is 'Chunk Off' which I can officially verfiy that his official birth certificate OFFICIALLY proves it.. is in his normal spot leaning on the mr vend you machine while chatting to his mag brethren.

As I edged closer to the promised land of crips and chocolate I overheard the 176 stone collective (thats 4 of them) saying things such as '2-2 wasnt that bad in the end' and 'if wafa gets this awab cash we'll be in euwope come may man'. After listening to this rabble for about 15 mins while I worked my way through the crowd (theres alot of mags at my work) finally it was my turn on the machine so I slot in my pound coins at an almost perpendicular horizontal 90 degree angle as the heavy set slob known as Chunk Off (33 and a half stone, whiffs of bisto) does tilt the machine when he leans on it. The resulting tension on the machine caused my double decker to get stuck long ways against the glass again, so I kindly asked the triple necked, triple chinned fat f***ing stinker to take his elephants leg sized arm off of the vendor so I could retrieve my chocolate bar. His reply of 'Fuck off its mine man' did not deter me as I reached up inside the machine to get what I paid for however as I did I was subjected to accumulate a torrid torrential tidal wave of wobbly chinned abuse with the mags saying such things as 'theres na cheezey chips in there you mackem bastad believe me I've looked' and 'blooooo pop bloooo pop' and some impalpable un understandable line about cheese, keys wees. Alas I got away unscathed and uneaten and reported them to my manager, complaints filed im waiting on a reply.

As I walked back to my work station it registered in my head that one of the calorie crew during the double decker scuffle had said 'How ya gonna feel when we sign Benzema and Insigne in january man ya divvent ya just divvent DIVVENT understand' It got me thinking.. they wont sign players of that calibre will they?? Surely not..... right?

Unabnned, unbenched King Mackem KING of the mackems signing off - 4:31pm wednesday 29th of november.
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you should have chin chin chinned the twat :lol::lol::lol::lol:
 
KingMackem said:
Dear diary,

As I was in the vending machine que at my workplace today I was waiting patiently in line for my usual (2 packets of hula hoops (sequential) and a double decker) when I notice that one of the resident mags whos legal name is 'Chunk Off' which I can officially verfiy that his official birth certificate OFFICIALLY proves it.. is in his normal spot leaning on the mr vend you machine while chatting to his mag brethren.

As I edged closer to the promised land of crips and chocolate I overheard the 176 stone collective (thats 4 of them) saying things such as '2-2 wasnt that bad in the end' and 'if wafa gets this awab cash we'll be in euwope come may man'. After listening to this rabble for about 15 mins while I worked my way through the crowd (theres alot of mags at my work) finally it was my turn on the machine so I slot in my pound coins at an almost perpendicular horizontal 90 degree angle as the heavy set slob known as Chunk Off (33 and a half stone, whiffs of bisto) does tilt the machine when he leans on it. The resulting tension on the machine caused my double decker to get stuck long ways against the glass again, so I kindly asked the triple necked, triple chinned fat f***ing stinker to take his elephants leg sized arm off of the vendor so I could retrieve my chocolate bar. His reply of 'Fuck off its mine man' did not deter me as I reached up inside the machine to get what I paid for however as I did I was subjected to accumulate a torrid torrential tidal wave of wobbly chinned abuse with the mags saying such things as 'theres na cheezey chips in there you mackem bastad believe me I've looked' and 'blooooo pop bloooo pop' and some impalpable un understandable line about cheese, keys wees. Alas I got away unscathed and uneaten and reported them to my manager, complaints filed im waiting on a reply.

As I walked back to my work station it registered in my head that one of the calorie crew during the double decker scuffle had said 'How ya gonna feel when we sign Benzema and Insigne in january man ya divvent ya just divvent DIVVENT understand' It got me thinking.. they wont sign players of that calibre will they?? Surely not..... right?

Unabnned, unbenched King Mackem KING of the mackems signing off - 4:31pm wednesday 29th of november.
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Goalie eh?
 
KingMackem said:
Dear diary,

As I was in the vending machine que at my workplace today I was waiting patiently in line for my usual (2 packets of hula hoops (sequential) and a double decker) when I notice that one of the resident mags whos legal name is 'Chunk Off' which I can officially verfiy that his official birth certificate OFFICIALLY proves it.. is in his normal spot leaning on the mr vend you machine while chatting to his mag brethren.

As I edged closer to the promised land of crips and chocolate I overheard the 176 stone collective (thats 4 of them) saying things such as '2-2 wasnt that bad in the end' and 'if wafa gets this awab cash we'll be in euwope come may man'. After listening to this rabble for about 15 mins while I worked my way through the crowd (theres alot of mags at my work) finally it was my turn on the machine so I slot in my pound coins at an almost perpendicular horizontal 90 degree angle as the heavy set slob known as Chunk Off (33 and a half stone, whiffs of bisto) does tilt the machine when he leans on it. The resulting tension on the machine caused my double decker to get stuck long ways against the glass again, so I kindly asked the triple necked, triple chinned fat f***ing stinker to take his elephants leg sized arm off of the vendor so I could retrieve my chocolate bar. His reply of 'Fuck off its mine man' did not deter me as I reached up inside the machine to get what I paid for however as I did I was subjected to accumulate a torrid torrential tidal wave of wobbly chinned abuse with the mags saying such things as 'theres na cheezey chips in there you mackem bastad believe me I've looked' and 'blooooo pop bloooo pop' and some impalpable un understandable line about cheese, keys wees. Alas I got away unscathed and uneaten and reported them to my manager, complaints filed im waiting on a reply.

As I walked back to my work station it registered in my head that one of the calorie crew during the double decker scuffle had said 'How ya gonna feel when we sign Benzema and Insigne in january man ya divvent ya just divvent DIVVENT understand' It got me thinking.. they wont sign players of that calibre will they?? Surely not..... right?

Unabnned, unbenched King Mackem KING of the mackems signing off - 4:31pm wednesday 29th of november.
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worked in a factory in cramlington with hundreds of the fuckas as i do now with hundreds of the fuckas on team valley and not once had an ounce of grief from any of the scruffy fuckas. Stand up for yourself and get the fuckas towld man!
Wadnt happen on my watch like......
 
He's the crack for anyone who doesn't know.

Mags = fat ugly criminal, shit crack laughs at their own jokes all the time, hated by all.

Mackems = f***ing class lads, honest to a fault, incredible lovers, slim and handsome, strong and hard as fuck but never starts a fight ever.

Durham = everything a mackem is but 10% better in every department.

Shields = imagine the little fat kid who idolises the class moron (the mags) and you'll be spot on.
 
KingMackem said:
Dear diary,

As I was in the vending machine que at my workplace today I was waiting patiently in line for my usual (2 packets of hula hoops (sequential) and a double decker) when I notice that one of the resident mags whos legal name is 'Chunk Off' which I can officially verfiy that his official birth certificate OFFICIALLY proves it.. is in his normal spot leaning on the mr vend you machine while chatting to his mag brethren.

As I edged closer to the promised land of crips and chocolate I overheard the 176 stone collective (thats 4 of them) saying things such as '2-2 wasnt that bad in the end' and 'if wafa gets this awab cash we'll be in euwope come may man'. After listening to this rabble for about 15 mins while I worked my way through the crowd (theres alot of mags at my work) finally it was my turn on the machine so I slot in my pound coins at an almost perpendicular horizontal 90 degree angle as the heavy set slob known as Chunk Off (33 and a half stone, whiffs of bisto) does tilt the machine when he leans on it. The resulting tension on the machine caused my double decker to get stuck long ways against the glass again, so I kindly asked the triple necked, triple chinned fat f***ing stinker to take his elephants leg sized arm off of the vendor so I could retrieve my chocolate bar. His reply of 'Fuck off its mine man' did not deter me as I reached up inside the machine to get what I paid for however as I did I was subjected to accumulate a torrid torrential tidal wave of wobbly chinned abuse with the mags saying such things as 'theres na cheezey chips in there you mackem bastad believe me I've looked' and 'blooooo pop bloooo pop' and some impalpable un understandable line about cheese, keys wees. Alas I got away unscathed and uneaten and reported them to my manager, complaints filed im waiting on a reply.

As I walked back to my work station it registered in my head that one of the calorie crew during the double decker scuffle had said 'How ya gonna feel when we sign Benzema and Insigne in january man ya divvent ya just divvent DIVVENT understand' It got me thinking.. they wont sign players of that calibre will they?? Surely not..... right?

Unabnned, unbenched King Mackem KING of the mackems signing off - 4:31pm wednesday 29th of november.
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Fuck off ya six chinned mag puddle of piss ...
 
Mag at Work? Did they come from a land doon toon?

wigwams said:
The op is a mag so the part about loads of fat mags hanging around the vending machine stands up
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Aye trying too hard, made up story, username with "Mackem" in it, pathetic attempt to infiltrate and gain confidence.
 
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KingMackem said:
Dear diary,

As I was in the vending machine que at my workplace today I was waiting patiently in line for my usual (2 packets of hula hoops (sequential) and a double decker) when I notice that one of the resident mags whos legal name is 'Chunk Off' which I can officially verfiy that his official birth certificate OFFICIALLY proves it.. is in his normal spot leaning on the mr vend you machine while chatting to his mag brethren.

As I edged closer to the promised land of crips and chocolate I overheard the 176 stone collective (thats 4 of them) saying things such as '2-2 wasnt that bad in the end' and 'if wafa gets this awab cash we'll be in euwope come may man'. After listening to this rabble for about 15 mins while I worked my way through the crowd (theres alot of mags at my work) finally it was my turn on the machine so I slot in my pound coins at an almost perpendicular horizontal 90 degree angle as the heavy set slob known as Chunk Off (33 and a half stone, whiffs of bisto) does tilt the machine when he leans on it. The resulting tension on the machine caused my double decker to get stuck long ways against the glass again, so I kindly asked the triple necked, triple chinned fat f***ing stinker to take his elephants leg sized arm off of the vendor so I could retrieve my chocolate bar. His reply of 'Fuck off its mine man' did not deter me as I reached up inside the machine to get what I paid for however as I did I was subjected to accumulate a torrid torrential tidal wave of wobbly chinned abuse with the mags saying such things as 'theres na cheezey chips in there you mackem bastad believe me I've looked' and 'blooooo pop bloooo pop' and some impalpable un understandable line about cheese, keys wees. Alas I got away unscathed and uneaten and reported them to my manager, complaints filed im waiting on a reply.

As I walked back to my work station it registered in my head that one of the calorie crew during the double decker scuffle had said 'How ya gonna feel when we sign Benzema and Insigne in january man ya divvent ya just divvent DIVVENT understand' It got me thinking.. they wont sign players of that calibre will they?? Surely not..... right?

Unabnned, unbenched King Mackem KING of the mackems signing off - 4:31pm wednesday 29th of november.
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Poor bait. Reeks of skunk. Onto ignore
 
Man About Town said:
Mag at Work? Did they come from a land doon toon?



Aye trying too hard, made up story, username with "Mackem" in it, pathetic attempt to infiltrate and gain confidence.
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Well you seem to take this forum quite seriously
 
Father in law is a mag . Best team in the world when they win . Worst team in the world when they lose. Typical South Shields mag , never goes to the match doesn’t even know where the land fill is. Their the worst type
 
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