Tales From The Bed Of Scott Bakula - Volume 2

January 41st, before I came to the Island.
today i was on the train to see the king and ask him for his hand in marriage when a man sat down next to me. he was in a suit and he was reading the times sport section, as you do. after a while he got a text on his blackberry and the text just said
"my trains half empty!"
I was a bit puzzled as i didn't really understand the point of the text. the information was of no use to the besuited man, but he seemed compelled to reply. he spent about 20 minutes writing the following text:
"mines packed with fecking brighton bound cunts"
he had trouble with every word. first he wrote
"miners"
then
"poacked"
then "wth", "feoucking", "briohgton"
then based instead of bound.

oddly enough he was fine with the word cunts

he didn't get a reply.