the wig wonder
i'm known by my mates as a bit of a flirt, which can often be quite funny.
one day, we were going to a local spiritualist church-can't remember why- when my mate said "you've never met della's bloke, have you?" i replied that i haven't.
"put your wig on before you get in the car and wind him up," she says.
i put on my wig, a little brown bob affair with a black headband on it that i was given by a friend. i'm naturally blonde, but this wig was quite effective.
when we got into the car, it was arranged that i would sit up front, next to della's bloke, who was driving.
"hi," i says, stroking his knee. after gulping and turning mildly green, he muttered "hi" back.
"i like you," i said, fluttering my eyelashes at him," do you like me?"
after more gulping and a touch of spluttering, he managed to say "actually, i prefer blondes."
grabbing the wig, i yelled "THIS COULD BE YOUR LUCKY DAY!" and tugged the wig off my head.
the look on the poor chap's face, coupled with the howls of laughter from my friends was well worth almost crashing the car for.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 18 Sep 2009, 1:14, Reply)