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Today in the toilet at uni, I was minding my business, pissing in one of the urinals.
Some stout fellow walks up to the urinal beside me, commences to urinate, and then just turns and looks at me. He just looks at me for about 7 seconds.
I was scared. I thought this man was going to try to rape me without even giving me a reach around.
I had to get up out of that place.
Man... I can still feel his eyes on my body...
My friend Ron started going to a gym so he could (not be so fat) get into shape. He was taking a shower and about to leave when he realized that there was this dude standing at the hand dryers, bent over, whistling, holding his asscheeks apart, and kind of rocking back and forth on his heels and the balls of his feet.
Ron stared for a moment, and when the guy looked up, he just spread 'em further, whistled a bit louder, and smiled.
This one time some weird dude tried to grab at my step-dad's crotch in a urinal (my step dad was a pretty short guy, easy to mistake for easy pick'ns) and long story short creepy dude got head smashed open on sink.
My step-dad walked out of the mall and on the way out told the security desk there was a mess in the men's bathroom.
My friend Ron started going to a gym so he could (not be so fat) get into shape. He was taking a shower and about to leave when he realized that there was this dude standing at the hand dryers, bent over, whistling, holding his asscheeks apart, and kind of rocking back and forth on his heels and the balls of his feet.
Ron stared for a moment, and when the guy looked up, he just spread 'em further, whistled a bit louder, and smiled.
My friend Ron started going to a gym so he could (not be so fat) get into shape. He was taking a shower and about to leave when he realized that there was this dude standing at the hand dryers, bent over, whistling, holding his asscheeks apart, and kind of rocking back and forth on his heels and the balls of his feet.
Ron stared for a moment, and when the guy looked up, he just spread 'em further, whistled a bit louder, and smiled.
I have no pity for you, dude.
So, does Ron think OZ is a realistic portrayal of the prison life?
This one time some weird dude tried to grab at my step-dad's crotch in a urinal (my step dad was a pretty short guy, easy to mistake for easy pick'ns) and long story short creepy dude got head smashed open on sink.
My step-dad walked out of the mall and on the way out told the security desk there was a mess in the men's bathroom.
My friend Ron started going to a gym so he could (not be so fat) get into shape. He was taking a shower and about to leave when he realized that there was this dude standing at the hand dryers, bent over, whistling, holding his asscheeks apart, and kind of rocking back and forth on his heels and the balls of his feet.
Ron stared for a moment, and when the guy looked up, he just spread 'em further, whistled a bit louder, and smiled.
Thinking about this logistically, isn't it going to take a little while to "achieve entry status"? Standing around waiting for that is going to be so awkward.
A couple weeks ago I was at the bar, I walk up to the ATM to get some cash out. As I'm standing there some people walk up behind me and suddenly I feel a hand reach out and grab my ass. I turn around and look and it's this fat lady in her 40s with what I assume was her husband or boyfriend, I try to laugh it off because it's obvious she's drunk so I turn back around and try to move out of the way of her roaming hands. At this point I'm begging the ATM to hurry up because this is the longest this has ever taken. Then comes the hand on my ass again and this time she's whispering in my ear, 'Sure are taking your time, if you don't hurry up your going to have to make a deposit in me!' I shudder at the thought and again try to move out of the way while still staying in front of the machine cause my card and money are still in there. Her hand keeps roaming on my ass and now whats this? Oh yeah that's her literally trying to put her finger up my butt through my pants and again she has some utterly terrifying lines this time not whispered but said loudly while looking back to her monster of a husband, 'Hey yeah you like this? Is this an exit only?!' I look back at horror at this point and see her looking at her husband who is staring at my ass intently with a big grin on his face. Finally my money comes out. I grab it and my card and bolt.
The last time I had an ATM encounter was when some guy was marking me up to steal my wallet. Either that or I was being horribly paranoid and he was actually being friendly.
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I was just comparing our respective grooming techniques. Shit! You had to make a thread about it? Fag!
So... I went to lunch solo one day; wanted to try out this small sushi place I pass by a lot.
I park and go in and look around.
I suddenly realize why I pass by this place a lot and subsequently leave.
When I get back to my car, there is a car parked next to it. The driver's side door is open and an old man is standing behind the door, directed towards the front of the car, staring blankly.
Then I hear the sound of liquid hitting pavement and look below the open door.
My friend Ron started going to a gym so he could (not be so fat) get into shape. He was taking a shower and about to leave when he realized that there was this dude standing at the hand dryers, bent over, whistling, holding his asscheeks apart, and kind of rocking back and forth on his heels and the balls of his feet.
Ron stared for a moment, and when the guy looked up, he just spread 'em further, whistled a bit louder, and smiled.
A couple weeks ago I was at the bar, I walk up to the ATM to get some cash out. As I'm standing there some people walk up behind me and suddenly I feel a hand reach out and grab my ass. I turn around and look and it's this fat lady in her 40s with what I assume was her husband or boyfriend, I try to laugh it off because it's obvious she's drunk so I turn back around and try to move out of the way of her roaming hands. At this point I'm begging the ATM to hurry up because this is the longest this has ever taken. Then comes the hand on my ass again and this time she's whispering in my ear, 'Sure are taking your time, if you don't hurry up your going to have to make a deposit in me!' I shudder at the thought and again try to move out of the way while still staying in front of the machine cause my card and money are still in there. Her hand keeps roaming on my ass and now whats this? Oh yeah that's her literally trying to put her finger up my butt through my pants and again she has some utterly terrifying lines this time not whispered but said loudly while looking back to her monster of a husband, 'Hey yeah you like this? Is this an exit only?!' I look back at horror at this point and see her looking at her husband who is staring at my ass intently with a big grin on his face. Finally my money comes out. I grab it and my card and bolt.
In this particular situation, if violence isn't the answer, you're asking the wrong question.
Plus, violence on the incredibly drunk is the best kind, because they're not usually able to put up much of a fight.
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I dunno. I probably should have kneecapped him.
is that so weird?
he was lonely, and wanted a friend
you have pretty lips, boy
I think he was an alien and he thought you knew he was an alien so he started to stare at you until he was sure you didn't know he was an alien
I made a TD for iphone and windows phone!
Ron stared for a moment, and when the guy looked up, he just spread 'em further, whistled a bit louder, and smiled.
I have no pity for you, dude.
My step-dad walked out of the mall and on the way out told the security desk there was a mess in the men's bathroom.
You made me spit milk all over my keyboard .
So, does Ron think OZ is a realistic portrayal of the prison life?
You made me spill milk in my ashtray
I made a TD for iphone and windows phone!
Good laughs.
The last time I had an ATM encounter was when some guy was marking me up to steal my wallet. Either that or I was being horribly paranoid and he was actually being friendly.
I pay for nearly everything with my debit card.
you can't trust trannies
"If you're going to play tiddly winks, play it with man hole covers."
- John McCallum
"If you're going to play tiddly winks, play it with man hole covers."
- John McCallum
No, it would make me angry and I would kick him in the nads.
Painful story man. I don't like to talk about it.
But then I might fall off my ladder.
I don't see a problem with that senario.
Not even your own?
But I don't.
So just picture it and laugh.
I park and go in and look around.
I suddenly realize why I pass by this place a lot and subsequently leave.
When I get back to my car, there is a car parked next to it. The driver's side door is open and an old man is standing behind the door, directed towards the front of the car, staring blankly.
Then I hear the sound of liquid hitting pavement and look below the open door.
The next thing I remember, I'm driving. Fast.
"Milk"
In this particular situation, if violence isn't the answer, you're asking the wrong question.
Plus, violence on the incredibly drunk is the best kind, because they're not usually able to put up much of a fight.