Overheard secrets
When I was a barman, I stood by polishing a glass as a couple had a hushed argument two feet away about what they were going to do now she was pregnant. The bloke promised to leave his wife, but subsequent hushed arguments revealed that he did not. What have you overheard?
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( , Thu 25 Aug 2011, 13:36)
When I was a barman, I stood by polishing a glass as a couple had a hushed argument two feet away about what they were going to do now she was pregnant. The bloke promised to leave his wife, but subsequent hushed arguments revealed that he did not. What have you overheard?
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( , Thu 25 Aug 2011, 13:36)
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Inside head-voice, outside head-voice.
Less an overheard secret, more the suggestion of one.
When I were a nipper, maybe twelve or thirteen, I was a paper boy. One day, I was watching the shop while the gaffer had a fag break when a girl wandered in. She was maybe a little older than me, and pretty, but a little...faraway looking.
She was leafing through the 'seventeen' magazines when she started singing to herself in an thin, reedy voice, not realising what she was doing.
"Let me suck your nipples. Doo doo doo. Let me suck your nipples. La la la."
We were the only people in the shop. I heard her and she knew. She turned to me with a look of horror, said "Oh my God, so sorry!" and dashed out.
And you know what? I so wish I'd run after her. Fuck the paper shop. I got fired two days later anyway. I should have chased after that weird little princess and asked her out. It could've been the start of something beautiful. And I'd've found out what the fuck she was thinking about.
( , Tue 30 Aug 2011, 10:29, 2 replies)
Less an overheard secret, more the suggestion of one.
When I were a nipper, maybe twelve or thirteen, I was a paper boy. One day, I was watching the shop while the gaffer had a fag break when a girl wandered in. She was maybe a little older than me, and pretty, but a little...faraway looking.
She was leafing through the 'seventeen' magazines when she started singing to herself in an thin, reedy voice, not realising what she was doing.
"Let me suck your nipples. Doo doo doo. Let me suck your nipples. La la la."
We were the only people in the shop. I heard her and she knew. She turned to me with a look of horror, said "Oh my God, so sorry!" and dashed out.
And you know what? I so wish I'd run after her. Fuck the paper shop. I got fired two days later anyway. I should have chased after that weird little princess and asked her out. It could've been the start of something beautiful. And I'd've found out what the fuck she was thinking about.
( , Tue 30 Aug 2011, 10:29, 2 replies)
....and you could have had your nipples sucked.
(what tune was it too?)
( , Tue 30 Aug 2011, 20:12, closed)
(what tune was it too?)
( , Tue 30 Aug 2011, 20:12, closed)
I'm not sure...
But it sounded a little like that Irish lullaby:
Too-rah loo-rah loo-ral
Let me/suck your/nipples
Very weird.
( , Wed 31 Aug 2011, 12:03, closed)
But it sounded a little like that Irish lullaby:
Too-rah loo-rah loo-ral
Let me/suck your/nipples
Very weird.
( , Wed 31 Aug 2011, 12:03, closed)
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