naked arab!!1!
I used to live in North London -Finsbury Park, to be exact. From there I had to walk from there to my place of employment in Tuffnel Park.

It's a bit of a trek, especially early on a cold December morning. Nothing really catches your eye at 7am on a monday, so you keep your hands in your pockets and ramble on.

On this specific morning, a "thing" really did catch my eye. And we all know that some things seen, can never be unseen.

I was about 5 minutes from work, walking through a quiet, pretty terraced street when, in the distance, I see a figure walking towards me.

It was a bit misty that morning, so I dismissed the notion that the figure I was seeing was in fact a man dressed only in an unbuttoned leather jacket, talking to himself in Arabic (or Urdu, Persian or any other dialect from the mid-east. I couldn't tell) and periodically stopping to bend down and spit on his shriveled cock.

My first instinct was wrong.
(snordfjord Cranky...like a crank!, Sat 30 May 2009, 1:01, Reply)