He checked himself in the hall mirror one last time before leaving the house.
He had managed to copy the outfit of the mannequin in the window of Topman almost perfectly.
He doubted that those plebs in the office would notice how perfectly he had matched the powder blue of his eyebrow ring with his socks (three pairs for a pound in York market!), but he just knew this gave him an air of superiority over them and the women would somehow sense this and be drawn to him.
He clicked his stacked heels together then left the house, Insane Clown Posse playing LOUD on his iPod, he felt sure that there were women watching him from nearby houses, each one undressing him with their eyes.
"I'm the most motherfucking alternative manager that leisure centre has ever had" PD chuckled to himself as he strolled along the path by the River Ouse.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Mon 22 Oct 2012, 11:57, 1 reply, 12 years ago)

this happened yesterday.

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Mon 22 Oct 2012, 12:22, Reply)