Off Topic No thanks !

THE other day I was waiting for a bus outside John Lewis on Oxford Street: this lady approached
me, she said for £20 I can follow her to the toilet and have sex. I was unable to follow what she was saying,
I said I beg your pardon, and she repeated herself. Then I had my final word ,NO THANKS.

 

That was no lady...............................


















.............................THAT WAS BISCAN ,





#zingywould

 

Quite right, Dribs.

20 quid's a bit steep.

 

Has he been dressing as a woman of recent?.

 

No thanks? That word is not in my vocabulary.

 

It's two words.

 

The life of Dribbles.

 

Like I said...it's not in my vocabulary.

 

The life we all want but can't have.

 

You'd have woken up with a headache minus a kidney

Good choice Dribs

 

That's if it's not a murder case.

 

Correct

 

John Lewis really going OTT on customer service.

 

Fixed

 

There are three types of people in this world, those that can count and those that can't...

 

Nah, you'd have got rolled by a random as you tried to get your wang out.

 

They are doing extra miles.

 

Back in University we used to have this thing called beach weekend every spring.

For an extended weekend each fraternity would book a mini hotel/ larger rental house at Myrtle Beach and would skip class that Friday (professors knew about it and would often cancel classes that day). For a weekend my University took over the beach.

My frat had a place we rented a couple of blocks from the beach.

Anyhow, one beach weekend I was walking back from a nighttime stroll on the beach and this skinny black lady was standing at a corner smoking. She pleasantly asked me "how's the beach?" (Nothing that made me suspect she was a prostitute, she wasn't dressed like how I'd imagine one to dress either... I think she was just a vacationer being pleasant).

I slowed down to respond to her that it was nice... Can't remember my exact words, just general pleasantries and then I started on my way back to my hotel. Just as I was starting off again I heard a group of men yelling at me.

"That Hooker has AIDS, stay away from her."

I ignored them and decided to head back to my hotel. The men (a group of about 4 or 5, scruffy, obviously drunk mid 20 something's) continued yelling at me to watch out for the hooker with Aids. They started jogging in my direction.

I thought, oh crap... What do I do? I didn't want to go back to my hotel and have these weirdos follow me and know where I was staying. I didn't want to run and make them give chase and I certainly didn't want them to catch up with me on a secluded corner they were obviously drunk and seemed more a beligerent drunk than a pleasant drunk.

I started speed walking in the direction of a bar, that I hoped would still be open and hopefully crowded... Thinking safety in a crowd.

Naturally, with them drunkenly jogging towards me and me only walking they caught up with me quicker than I would have hoped.

They surrounded me and were saying things like "woah man, we just saved your life, you should thank us. That Hooker has AIDS, you'd have aids if it weren't for us.". I told them I wasn't planning on sleeping with her but they just kept telling me over and over how they saved my life. Then, eventually they left. No conflict.

Quite scary, but they turned out not to have malicious intent they were just odd. Not the only scary thing to happen to me on a beach weekend... . If my kid goes to my University he's banned from beach weekend.


Anyhow, that's my prostitute story, and I don't think the whore was even a whore.

 

It seems like everywhere you go there is boob touching, prostitutes and lots of promiscuity going on.

Zingy probably wishes he were you.

 

No mate, it just happened, Oxford Street in Lo.ndon is full of tourists maybe the lady thought I was one of them