Foot in mouth
Foot in mouth
It was raining heavily as I entered the hotel reception to check in. The lovely, smiling, happy receptionist was met by my grumpy appearance.
Receptionist: Hi, good afternoon, how are you today?
Me: Wet. And you?
Oh fuck, what have I said, I didn’t mean it like that. We looked at each other and it was tacitly understood I was not being smutty.
Receptionist: Bored. I want to go home.
I think she wanted to go home with me, because she kept talking to me every time I was in reception and telling me when her shift finished. I of course played a straight bat and went about my business, which is abusing that baldy cunt. Fucking homophobe.
Receptionist: Hi, good afternoon, how are you today?
Me: Wet. And you?
Oh fuck, what have I said, I didn’t mean it like that. We looked at each other and it was tacitly understood I was not being smutty.
Receptionist: Bored. I want to go home.
I think she wanted to go home with me, because she kept talking to me every time I was in reception and telling me when her shift finished. I of course played a straight bat and went about my business, which is abusing that baldy cunt. Fucking homophobe.
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