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Foot in mouth

Post by test on Mon Jan 20, 2014 1:42 am

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 didnít 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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