Fatt Max
8th July 2009, 13:25
Had to get my fat behind down to Wellington yesterday on a rush job. I did see a lot of happy bikers while in the taxi on my way from the airport to the job, great to see really.
Anyroad upwards, got stuck in, got the job sorted and thought I would have a bite to eat at the shopping mall across the road before heading back to the airport. After the nose bag I went to the bog and while I was washing my hands, this 40 ish guy walks in coughing and sneezing all over the place.
He negated to cover up when he did this so his fecking germs were going everywhere, so I subtlety moved 2 sinks away and kept my distance.
So, he’s moosing away into the sink and then starts running the tap. I can hear him making a load of grunting noises and huffing and puffing, and in the mirror I see him whip out his false teeth, run them under the tap and then put them on the side of the sink. He then disappeared into a cubicle and I heard the lid drop down and the ‘jingle jangle’ of a belt loosining, so he was in for a number 2. 10 seconds later and I hear the classic ‘Plop Plop Faarrttt’ of a man rolling a classic darkie.
So, couldn’t help myself really, I grabbed his teeth and went into the cubicle next door, dropped my tweeds and gave them a good rub up and down in the sweatiest part of my hairy brain, right between the two knackers. Gave them a good old one-two just to make sure they were well coated in klinkers. Finished off by plucking out a pube and slotting it between two of the teeth.
I hear the bog paper in his cubicle getting a turn and the flush going so I quickly zip up and return to the sink, leaving the tainted teeth where I found them. He comes out of the bog, doesn’t bother to wash his hands, spits a huge grolley into the sink….then pops his teeth back in….fecking classic, this dirty bastard now has a set of teeth that have been rubbed around the sweaty nads of a fat biker along with a nasty pube stuck right where you don’t want it.
Sounds harsh I know, but this guy decided on spreading his germs all over the place, and as for the greeny in the sink, that’s just not right.
So, who ever you are, I hope the slight saltiness of your hampsteads didn’t cause you too much trouble as you rustled with a holy hair on the bus home…you filthy git…!!
Anyroad upwards, got stuck in, got the job sorted and thought I would have a bite to eat at the shopping mall across the road before heading back to the airport. After the nose bag I went to the bog and while I was washing my hands, this 40 ish guy walks in coughing and sneezing all over the place.
He negated to cover up when he did this so his fecking germs were going everywhere, so I subtlety moved 2 sinks away and kept my distance.
So, he’s moosing away into the sink and then starts running the tap. I can hear him making a load of grunting noises and huffing and puffing, and in the mirror I see him whip out his false teeth, run them under the tap and then put them on the side of the sink. He then disappeared into a cubicle and I heard the lid drop down and the ‘jingle jangle’ of a belt loosining, so he was in for a number 2. 10 seconds later and I hear the classic ‘Plop Plop Faarrttt’ of a man rolling a classic darkie.
So, couldn’t help myself really, I grabbed his teeth and went into the cubicle next door, dropped my tweeds and gave them a good rub up and down in the sweatiest part of my hairy brain, right between the two knackers. Gave them a good old one-two just to make sure they were well coated in klinkers. Finished off by plucking out a pube and slotting it between two of the teeth.
I hear the bog paper in his cubicle getting a turn and the flush going so I quickly zip up and return to the sink, leaving the tainted teeth where I found them. He comes out of the bog, doesn’t bother to wash his hands, spits a huge grolley into the sink….then pops his teeth back in….fecking classic, this dirty bastard now has a set of teeth that have been rubbed around the sweaty nads of a fat biker along with a nasty pube stuck right where you don’t want it.
Sounds harsh I know, but this guy decided on spreading his germs all over the place, and as for the greeny in the sink, that’s just not right.
So, who ever you are, I hope the slight saltiness of your hampsteads didn’t cause you too much trouble as you rustled with a holy hair on the bus home…you filthy git…!!