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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Herman the german
many moons ago a friend of mine had a german family staying with him.
As their five year old son emerged from the swimming pool, i thought i would reach across the cultural barriers (show off) by speaking to the young lad using the sparce and only german i know
(outside of the old commando comics achtung donner und blitzen)
This being "vas ist das", meaning "what is that" (i hope).
i grinned cockily and pointed to the only piece of clothing he was wearing, his trunks.
the poor lad then sprung a tear as he dropped his head and pointed to his wee fella, with both family's watching on in silent horror as i appeared to be pointlessly ridiculing their teutonic spawn for my perverted pleasure.
i think i am still there stuck in this moment in some form of satanic pergatory.
( , Wed 23 Aug 2006, 18:58, Reply)
many moons ago a friend of mine had a german family staying with him.
As their five year old son emerged from the swimming pool, i thought i would reach across the cultural barriers (show off) by speaking to the young lad using the sparce and only german i know
(outside of the old commando comics achtung donner und blitzen)
This being "vas ist das", meaning "what is that" (i hope).
i grinned cockily and pointed to the only piece of clothing he was wearing, his trunks.
the poor lad then sprung a tear as he dropped his head and pointed to his wee fella, with both family's watching on in silent horror as i appeared to be pointlessly ridiculing their teutonic spawn for my perverted pleasure.
i think i am still there stuck in this moment in some form of satanic pergatory.
( , Wed 23 Aug 2006, 18:58, Reply)
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