Years ago
When I was in the scaffolding business, we had a job at a bed and breakfast. We'd been told not to come before
breakfast time, but being builders, with no concept of time, we started climbing up about 7.30ish am. My mate was first, stopped, and pointed in the window; a bloke was giving his (missus?) one from behind. After a few giggles, my other mate banged on the window, and waved. Well, talk about World war 3; he barged forward, and pulled the curtains to, about 2 minutes later, the owner came running out, screaming at the top of her voice. Basically told us to fuck off, and she'd be onto our employers to complain. So we went to a cafe, and ate tons till the pub opened. Still funny even now.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Sun 14 Oct 2007, 14:34, Reply)