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By whom? A girl, her name is Riley Miller. Or, I don’t know, that could be a lie too, come to think of it. [Ronald] You don’t know her name? I know her address. [Ronald] She’s your ex-girlfriend? No, that crazy bitch? No in’ way. Met her online and now she wants revenge or something. What for? I don’t know. For not being madly in love with her? I’m telling you, this girl is certifiably insane. Has she been in your home or had access to your computer within the last hours? No. [Ronald] Does she have hacking skills? She got into my Twitter account and posted a bunch of tweets that got me fired. All right, and you have proof of this? I, no. Oh, well, either way, figuring out a Twitter password and hacking into an IP address are two wildly different skill sets. Besides, the files were found on your local hard drive, which means the hacker would have had to gain remote access to your computer, so Yeah, I don’t know how she did it, but I’m telling you it wasn’t me. Okay, write down her name and address and I will look into it. But I’m gonna level with you, Harris, what you’re claiming is gonna be very hard to prove without a confession. If this goes to trial and you’re convicted, you’re looking at serious jail time. If you plead guilty, there’s a very strong chance I can get you off with just a fine. [Harris] Which would be what? I don’t know. Numbers could be , could be . Thousand? Better than five years in a federal prison. Holy . This cannot be happening. Well, it is. We go before a judge by the end of the week. If we don’t have anything real to back up your claims by then, I strongly suggest pleading guilty. Now, is there anyone that you can call to bail you out? Uh. I don’t have my phone, I don’t know anyone’s numbers. I could send a Facebook message. soft music So lately been wondering Who will be there to take my place When I’m gone [Bartender] Last call for alcohol! Harris! What, what? Shadows on your face I think maybe you’ve had enough. Let me take you home. Home. My home is either gonna be a jail cell or a in’ park bench, because my life is ruined. And all for what, ’cause some psychotic bitch felt spurned. There’s gotta be something you can do, right? Way up high or down low According to my lawyer, barring a full confession from Riley, I’m looking at, best case scenario, a crippling fine and a spot on the registered offenders list. So I will be a convicted felon, won’t be able to get a job, won’t be able to leave town, can’t vote. It’s not like you even voted before. I’m sorry, man, I know, it’s not funny. I’m just trying to lighten the mood here. Well I hope there’s someone out there Who can bring me back to you Hey. Who knows? Maybe Riley might have a change of heart. She might admit to everything. Why? Why would she do that? Huh? There’s no way to prove she did anything. She, she, she’s crazy. She hates me. There’s no reason for her to. What? Think I just figured a way outta this. Gotta go. No, no, no, no, Harris! I gotta in’ go, Chuck. And bring me back to you If I could knocking Riley?



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