See Mom, you take the piss out of my rugged good looks but once in a while they come in real handy..... A couple of so called' nice boys' ambled up my drive last summer just as I walked out the garage, I'd just finished weight lifting so I was all pumped and sweaty, a foot long beard, a shaved head and a stare that could curdle milk. Without a word of a lie, they took one brief but scared look, turned on their heels and mumbled sorry to bother you and almost ran back down the drive
Part 2: Two plumpish women with small child struggle up driveway with the good book in hand, on seeing the dodgy geezer lurking in the shade having a smoko, the child stopped dead in her tracks, got yanked back by the large lady and a hasty exit was made with nothing more than "have a nice day" uttered as the sermon for the day.
Back in the day when I was a pretty boy and therefore more approachable, I found the declaration that I was a Spiritualist usually did the trick. "I see dead people" fair puts the wind up em
I got nothing agin em really but after 52 years on this planet, they've got nothing to say that I haven't heard before and life is to short to waste it listening to stuff I have no interest in,
people that volunteer to help people in hospices and kids that look after disabled parents and stuff are really doing God's work but as a rule they don't come knocking on my door to tell me about it, if they did, they
would get a moment of my time, bless em.
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