I once watched on in horror as an old flatmate of mine, Keith, once roamed around a Blackpool B&B at about 4am in the morning, knocking on the doors of any random rooms he heard women's voices behind, and offering his services as a naked cleaner. It was like something off a smutty postcard.
Dunno if he got the chance to do any cleaning, but some woman took him up on the nudity part of it, amazingly enough. Fair enough she was a 40-something self professed speed and valium addict, who'd have a bit of trouble passing her MOT, but hey. Chat up techniques like that, you take the rough with the smooth I guess.
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Dunno if he got the chance to do any cleaning, but some woman took him up on the nudity part of it, amazingly enough. Fair enough she was a 40-something self professed speed and valium addict, who'd have a bit of trouble passing her MOT, but hey. Chat up techniques like that, you take the rough with the smooth I guess.
Yay Dylan Moran!
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I was thinking about woodwork again!
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