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Previously on "£50k-a-year computer expert became leering night train pervert after drunken night ou"
My school was previously a mental hospital. Florrie Nightingale supposedly nursed there. And before that, a fort. Story was that at 2am every morning the ghost of one of the inmates threw himself off the ramparts breaking his neck. One night we went up to witness this for ourselves but managed to scare ourselves tulipless well before the appointed hour.
You are Captain Jack Harness and I claim my 5 spinoff pounds.
Mind you the advice we were given at school was to always laugh loudly and jeer at flashers/pervs.
The only problem was that my school was near a mental hospital so that advice didn't work......
My school was previously a mental hospital. Florrie Nightingale supposedly nursed there. And before that, a fort. Story was that at 2am every morning the ghost of one of the inmates threw himself off the ramparts breaking his neck. One night we went up to witness this for ourselves but managed to scare ourselves tulipless well before the appointed hour.
No, for me it was the other way around. I started off as a leering night train pervert, and only got to be a 50k-a-year computer expert considerably later.
Incidentally, 50k must be the about lower limit of when a salary's worth putting in a headline, even in Manchester.
Some women dont know how to take a compliment ....
Frankly, if a fellow passenger was looking at me from their seat jerking off to my wonderful looks, I would blush and feel quite good, so long as they didnt put their STD's in my face ....
Better than getting addressed as "hey ugly" ......
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