Apparently I'm a sex offender
I was once paid £15 to count the amount of people visiting a hairdresser. I stood outside for 3 hours with a clicky counter in my pocket, pressing it every time a person entered. Suddenly there's a copper in front of me, I turn and there's another behind. "What are you up to sunshine?" "A rival hairdresser wants to count the competition" "Well, there's been a call from the shop owner that there's a ginger bloke standing outside fiddling with his cock." Have you ever done anything that made strangers think you were a pervert?
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
I was once paid £15 to count the amount of people visiting a hairdresser. I stood outside for 3 hours with a clicky counter in my pocket, pressing it every time a person entered. Suddenly there's a copper in front of me, I turn and there's another behind. "What are you up to sunshine?" "A rival hairdresser wants to count the competition" "Well, there's been a call from the shop owner that there's a ginger bloke standing outside fiddling with his cock." Have you ever done anything that made strangers think you were a pervert?
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
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I'm the one always accusing older men of being dirty perverts
But you can't blame me. In a cinema packed with little kids, guess who got the lucky seat next to the man wanking at Wallace and Gromit?
Ugggghhhh.
I look considerably younger than I actually am (I've passed for 15 or 16, and I'm in my 20s), so I get a lot of pervs bothering me on a near-daily basis. Actually, it's become fun trying out new ways to tell them off. My current favourite is, "You don't look a thing like my dad." Works a treat - they scramble.
But the terrible thing is when lying and telling thirtysomething-year-old men, "No, I'm 15 and I'm not the slightest bit interested, please leave me alone" isn't enough to get them to piss off. Now that's just creepy.
I don't hate men, but walk a few days in my high heels and I think you'll understand where I'm coming from...
( , Fri 18 Aug 2006, 4:13, Reply)
But you can't blame me. In a cinema packed with little kids, guess who got the lucky seat next to the man wanking at Wallace and Gromit?
Ugggghhhh.
I look considerably younger than I actually am (I've passed for 15 or 16, and I'm in my 20s), so I get a lot of pervs bothering me on a near-daily basis. Actually, it's become fun trying out new ways to tell them off. My current favourite is, "You don't look a thing like my dad." Works a treat - they scramble.
But the terrible thing is when lying and telling thirtysomething-year-old men, "No, I'm 15 and I'm not the slightest bit interested, please leave me alone" isn't enough to get them to piss off. Now that's just creepy.
I don't hate men, but walk a few days in my high heels and I think you'll understand where I'm coming from...
( , Fri 18 Aug 2006, 4:13, Reply)
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