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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It wasnae me
I AM actually a pervert (a perchant for serious BDSM just one small aspect of my hidden life - ooooh) but I felt hard done by one day when after parking my car next to one of Scotland's foremost legal "saunas", I watched as an embarrassed punter came out looking oh so ever post-happy-ended.
I turned up the street to walk home just as a group of students outside the pub opposite realised someone had just come out of the knocking shop. Embarrassed guy clocked them quickly and darted into a nearby close to hide, me (innocent and unawares of their interest) walked on wondering why the cat calls of "Mr Pervy" were being directed at me and whether my yellow hanky was flapping in my back pocket or something?
Length? It seemed a long walk home........
( , Fri 18 Aug 2006, 17:36, Reply)
I AM actually a pervert (a perchant for serious BDSM just one small aspect of my hidden life - ooooh) but I felt hard done by one day when after parking my car next to one of Scotland's foremost legal "saunas", I watched as an embarrassed punter came out looking oh so ever post-happy-ended.
I turned up the street to walk home just as a group of students outside the pub opposite realised someone had just come out of the knocking shop. Embarrassed guy clocked them quickly and darted into a nearby close to hide, me (innocent and unawares of their interest) walked on wondering why the cat calls of "Mr Pervy" were being directed at me and whether my yellow hanky was flapping in my back pocket or something?
Length? It seemed a long walk home........
( , Fri 18 Aug 2006, 17:36, Reply)
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