True story*
Just after the July bombings in London a few years ago I was walking down the road towards the bus station and was following behind a Muslim looking gentleman who had a large rucksack over his shoulder.
"He's a bomber, he's a bomber, he's a bomber" was going through my mind.

Just then he dropped a wallet from one of the pockets of the bag. Snapping out of my suspicious mode I picked it up and ran up to him.

"You've just dropped this mate"
'Oh thank you sir, I am extremely grateful, that is very important to me'
We walked towards the bus stop for a few yards and he stopped and said to me 'Were you going to catch the bus to Chesterfield?'
"Yes, why?"
'You did me a kind act, and it deserves another in return. A word of advice, don't catch the bus into Chesterfield'

Straight away "He's a bomber, he's a bomber, he's a bomber" started up again.

"Er, why not?"

'Because it's a shithole'


_{*or a made up one}
(turtles head is touching cloth poked a dwarf on the forehead at, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 6:17, 3 replies)

Do I smell
roasted pea?

Edit: I still clicked.
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 21:47, closed)

sounds familiar
by any chance does this post ring a bell ?


www.b3ta.com/questions/nicethings/post263927
(welgar, Sat 31 Oct 2009, 0:14, closed)

It is indeed a rehash
of a joke I was told a few years ago and I just thought it relevant. I had not seen the linked post above before, otherwise I would not have bothered typing it.
(turtles head is touching cloth poked a dwarf on the forehead at, Sun 1 Nov 2009, 18:34, closed)