Oh yeah.
I used to have the same-ish problem. At the last school the missus worked at she would often be attacked by the special needs kids she worked with. Hence she was invariably marked with bruises on her arms.

Walking down the street in summer with her, and her wearing strappy tops, I felt like some kind of bloody wife beater. I could feel the stares boreing into me.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 23 Nov 2009, 20:44, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

I got too hot on the tube a few weeks ago and took my coat off, forgetting that I'd been mauled by a pissed off moggy earlier
The amount of looks I got from commuters probably thinking I was an emo self harmer made me giggle.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 20:56, Reply)

OMG! Me Too!
Just the other day I had to give the mrs a few rabbit punches in the left eye to make her shut the fuck up and next thing I know, the waiter is having a go at me! Cunt.
(Bazongaloid, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 21:03, Reply)

OMG NO WAI?
I hope the waiter wrote down everything you said
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 21:10, Reply)

He said something about gazzing the mods
and something about a new house and all his qualifications, but I wasn't listening by that point as his breath stank of stale vodka and he had a stunningly ugly face.
(Bazongaloid, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 21:14, Reply)

Ban this sick filth

( fuck shit up the best you never had, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 21:38, Reply)