At a party last weekend. The rooms crowded and Im pressed up against a group of people having a drunken conversation about who gives the best blowjobs. It was all rather puerile. They were even using a childish slang - scatalogically speaking, Id say that we were at about poo level. The typical clichés were spouting forth. Despite there not being one LGBT person in the group, there was a general consensus. Men MUST be the best. When toothless pensioners were mentioned, I decided to cut through the crap, turned around and said. Children. The ensuing look of incredulity, akin to Michael McIntyre fans mistakenly stumbling in on an evening with Frankie Boyle, was more than a little entertaining. I answered their collective quizzical looks with a “..It’s got to be children; and they’re so easy to persuade.” Luckily, introspection isn’t one of my strong points, so the “Too much?” alarm was no more than a fleeting thought. A nanosecond tops. And anyway, since they all worked at the Danish version of the BBC, I thought that they would understand. They didn’t. I then saw a hole appear, seized my chance, and dissolved into the crowd. Onwards to ruin someone else’s evening...
Posted on: Wed, 14 May 2014 07:55:59 +0000
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