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Case 1:
Me: *shopping in the mall* Stranger #1: "ohh, may i touch your hair? it's so beautiful." Me: "err... okay..." Stranger #1: *touched* "wow, i bet this hair could sell for big bucks!" Me: O_O'' *get the hell outta here soon* Case 2: (in Japan) Me and a group of girls walking on the street. And then a few semi-drunk guys walked up to us and said, "Ikura desu ka?" (how much are you?) This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
yes, I know this thread was last posted in over 10 days ago, but today some strange guy started talking to me.
I had just finished work and was looking forward to getting home. I was stood by the road waiting for a clear bit. I had my earphones in so I couldn't hear much, when all of a sudden I catch site of something in the corner of my eye. Me: *takes eaarphones out of ears* Sorry, Can I help you? Stranger: You want to be careful crossing that road. Me: uhh, yeah I will. Stranger: They're all crazy. By this point I realise that this guy is absolutely smashed, as he starts swaying back and forth Me: Yeah, they are aren't they. Stranger: Sorry, Ive had a bit to drink, probably too much. Me: *blank* Stranger: Man thinks he made this empire, but he didn't Me: *blank* Stranger: God made all of this, and man is wrong to thing that he did Me: *blank* Stranger: If man thinks that he made all of this then he is wrong. God made all of this, and man is nothing to think that he did. Me: *blank* The wind now blows towards me, and I realise that this guy has spent all day in the pub. This is happening at 4pm, pubs open at 11am Stranger: You're a real gentleman, you are. Me: *blank* Stranger: You be careful crossing that road now Me: uhh, thanks Stranger: *starts to stagger up the road saying something uncomprehensible* I cross the road, and smile to myself and think what a crazy man he was, and hope that I don't see him again. About 10 minutes later, once I have been picked up, I see this crazy man again, about 20 metres up the road from the first encounter. Now he is crossing another road (neary falls over the kerb)A wagon passes him and he waves at it, he gets further up the road and sits on the wall. I think that he is having a rest, but nope. He starts praying. The wall that he is sat on is directly opposite a church, but still, praying, on a wall, on a busy street. I hope this guy doesn't remember what he did today, because if it was me I would be mightily embarrassed. This guy was not a bum or homeless guy, he was smartly dressed. Grey pants, white shirt, grey jacket, black shoes and clean shaven. I thought that I would mention so that you wouldn't think that this guy was a bum. I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? ![]()
Last edited by Domino; Oct 17, 2006 at 10:39 AM.
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One time I was in the newsagents in town, it wasn't late, only about 9:30 or something. My friend had gone up to the counter to pay for something and I was accosted by this very drunk old man. He was quite, quite ancient and scary. Anywho, I was trying to ignore him by reading a magazine when he started telling me I was very pretty, literally coming on to me. He started walking towards me and backed me into a corner =s. I was so glad when my mate had finished paying; when he came over the guy just backed off entirely, told us we were both beautiful, wonderful people who deserved the best in life and then walked out of the shop.
I was speaking idiomatically. ![]() ![]() |
LOL FAG! |
Me and my housemate were walking back through coventry to our house and we passed a chav on the phone. The chav was as smartly dressed as a chav could be, but had a baseball cap and 4 hoop earrings in HIS ears. This is the part of the conversation we heard:
Chav on Phone: Fucking, cunting, fucking, wanking, pissing, fucking, shitting.... balcony. What was he talking about? Who knows. And a while back some guy stopped me in the street to ask for directions. He said the following: Some Guy: Do you know where Aldon Street is? Me: Um, sorry I dont. Some Guy: Well you go down there and take a right, walk on about 20 minutes and your there. BWA HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! And then he walked off laughing continuously. Very odd indeed. Oh and some crazy woman once asked me if I was getting enough pepper in my diet. What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? ![]() |
It was dark outside. I was walking. A car drives up to me. I thought they wanted directions.
They ask, "Do you see the---" I say, "What?" "Do you see the racoon?!" FELIPE NO |