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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At the age of fifteen...
...I was friends with a rather aesthetically pleasing, not to mention well endowed, girl named Mel. One lunch time, at school, a group of friends and I had grown tired of throwing apples at various people and were presented with a conundrum. What were we to do next? At this point I had a brainstorm and said "Let's go perv over Mel's tits." Unfortunately, Mel had spyed me momentarily before I said this, and wondered over with a query to arrive precisely when I made my suggestion to my comrades.
So I'm sure she thought I was a pervert. And if she didn't then, she probably did when she woke up to find me dressed as french maid whilst emptying my balls on her face and singing that Titanic song.
I never did find out what she originally wanted to ask though.
( , Sun 20 Aug 2006, 10:59, Reply)
...I was friends with a rather aesthetically pleasing, not to mention well endowed, girl named Mel. One lunch time, at school, a group of friends and I had grown tired of throwing apples at various people and were presented with a conundrum. What were we to do next? At this point I had a brainstorm and said "Let's go perv over Mel's tits." Unfortunately, Mel had spyed me momentarily before I said this, and wondered over with a query to arrive precisely when I made my suggestion to my comrades.
So I'm sure she thought I was a pervert. And if she didn't then, she probably did when she woke up to find me dressed as french maid whilst emptying my balls on her face and singing that Titanic song.
I never did find out what she originally wanted to ask though.
( , Sun 20 Aug 2006, 10:59, Reply)
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