Prejudice
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( , Thu 1 Apr 2010, 12:53)
"Are you prejudiced?" asks StapMyVitals. Have you been a victim of prejudice? Are you a columnist for a popular daily newspaper? Don't bang on about how you never judge people on first impressions - no-one will believe you.
( , Thu 1 Apr 2010, 12:53)
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My mate Gav used to go out with a girl with very scary hair
If you buried a lump of coal in this girl’s curly golden locks then returned to have a rummage round a few minutes later you’d have yourself a rather spiffy diamond because this girl sported the tightest most intense perm imaginable. And her hair was long so it bunched up above her heard afro-style. Factor in that she had freakishly pale skin and was a bit on the gangly side and you’d realize she could’ve passed for an albino member of the Harlem Globe Trotters circa 1972.
I just happened to be in a pub taking the piss out of Gav for this. “That girl. You know. The Kevin Keegan in drag girl? What the fuck were you thinking?”
To which he’d counter: “This from a bloke who used to fuck a girl we all nicknamed Manchild.”
Fair plays – he sort of had me there. So, with the score one-all in the taking-the-piss-out-of-who-you’ve-put-you’re-dick-in stakes, I decided to go to the bog for a much needed piss. I’m winding my way between the crowded tables and random punters stood about watching Sky Sports. Then a thought occurs to me. That girl, the girl with the perm from the sixth level of Hell, she looked more like a… Yep… Definitely… Hee… Hee…
Ha!!! I started laughing to myself. This was good. (OK, not that good, but I was about five pints in and way past giving a shit anymore).
Halfway to the bog I turned and shouted back at my mate Gav: “Oiiiiiii !!!” That got his attention. And also the attention of the rest of the drinkers in the near vicinity. “AT LEAST I’M NOT A SHEEP SHAGGER !!! YOU SHAGGED A SHEEP !!! HA !!! WHADDYA THINK ABOUT THAT???”
I had to leave pretty quickly after being threatened with death by several random strangers.
Wankers. Can’t a bloke accuse he’s mate of fucking a sheep in a public place anymore, I mean, what the fuck has the world come to???
OK, maybe next time I shouldn’t do it in a crowded pub in Cardiff on a Saturday night…
( , Thu 1 Apr 2010, 13:30, 2 replies)
If you buried a lump of coal in this girl’s curly golden locks then returned to have a rummage round a few minutes later you’d have yourself a rather spiffy diamond because this girl sported the tightest most intense perm imaginable. And her hair was long so it bunched up above her heard afro-style. Factor in that she had freakishly pale skin and was a bit on the gangly side and you’d realize she could’ve passed for an albino member of the Harlem Globe Trotters circa 1972.
I just happened to be in a pub taking the piss out of Gav for this. “That girl. You know. The Kevin Keegan in drag girl? What the fuck were you thinking?”
To which he’d counter: “This from a bloke who used to fuck a girl we all nicknamed Manchild.”
Fair plays – he sort of had me there. So, with the score one-all in the taking-the-piss-out-of-who-you’ve-put-you’re-dick-in stakes, I decided to go to the bog for a much needed piss. I’m winding my way between the crowded tables and random punters stood about watching Sky Sports. Then a thought occurs to me. That girl, the girl with the perm from the sixth level of Hell, she looked more like a… Yep… Definitely… Hee… Hee…
Ha!!! I started laughing to myself. This was good. (OK, not that good, but I was about five pints in and way past giving a shit anymore).
Halfway to the bog I turned and shouted back at my mate Gav: “Oiiiiiii !!!” That got his attention. And also the attention of the rest of the drinkers in the near vicinity. “AT LEAST I’M NOT A SHEEP SHAGGER !!! YOU SHAGGED A SHEEP !!! HA !!! WHADDYA THINK ABOUT THAT???”
I had to leave pretty quickly after being threatened with death by several random strangers.
Wankers. Can’t a bloke accuse he’s mate of fucking a sheep in a public place anymore, I mean, what the fuck has the world come to???
OK, maybe next time I shouldn’t do it in a crowded pub in Cardiff on a Saturday night…
( , Thu 1 Apr 2010, 13:30, 2 replies)
Bad move
You are lucky to have got out alive, those Welshers can be dangerous!
Says the woman who nearly got beaten up on a club in Cardiff in 1996!
( , Thu 1 Apr 2010, 13:33, closed)
You are lucky to have got out alive, those Welshers can be dangerous!
Says the woman who nearly got beaten up on a club in Cardiff in 1996!
( , Thu 1 Apr 2010, 13:33, closed)
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