| Comment | Was going to a gig with a pal a few years ago, went to duck into the Counting House for something quick to eat first. One of the bouncers studied my ID and asked "where've you been tonight?" and because it was only fucking 6pm, I couldn't help but say "my pal's hoose?" disbelievingly. Cunt then made fun of my hair in the photo on my provisional and said some pish like "good thing your hair isn't like that now, eh?" with a big shitey grin. Just decided to have a go at me in particular, didn't bother my pal at all |
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