:yikes:
As an aside, I can't help but feel that if this chap had preyed on women, this would be much bigger news.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-50688975
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:yikes:
As an aside, I can't help but feel that if this chap had preyed on women, this would be much bigger news.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-50688975
:hehe: I thought that. You'd be amazed how unlikely I am to respond positively to an obviously queer chap I've known less than a minute's entreaty to come to his flat and 'charge my phone'. :hehe:
Mind you, all these years the pooves have been telling us we're safe because they don't want to bum us. This blows that out of the water imo,
:clap:
https://youtu.be/LLWlBgj0uOc
I read something the other day about how, in Japan, massage parlours give you a hot towel to clean up your bits afterwards and then send them to the laundry, who then clean them and redistribute them to restaurants. For this reason, nobody uses them on their face, apparently. And when they see Westerners do so, they're horrified.
I'm aware that many aspects of this story sound like bóllocks, but I'm just repeating what I read.
Our drains got blocked several years back and there was a fúck awful smell coming up through our sink.
I called in Dynarod (or similar) in and they rodded the drains. They looked into the manhole as they rodded it and a load of baby wipes got blasted out. We were the end of the drain line and they could have only come from the next door neighbour's house. At the time, they had four kids aged 5 and under :yikes:
I went round and explained that I'd paid £100 or so to have the drains cleared. At that point the Scouse neighbour said "Cheers, I wondered what the smell was." and closed the door. The ****.
Made me wonder what his house normally smelled like, not to actually do anything himself.
Never offered me a penny.
Serves him right that the two youngest kids turned out not to be his...
The story of your scouse cuckold neighbour is intriguing.
I've told you, I think, about the Thames Water man we called in to peer into the sewer that ran next to our house who rang my doorbell and then proceeded to present on a shovel a pair of Y-Fronts with the words 'There's your problem!' while strongly implying that they were mine.