: Strangers On A Train
Published by djmick on September 9th, 2009
Sitting together on a train, travelling through the Swiss Alps, were
an English guy, a Scottish bloke, a little old Greek lady, and a young blonde Swiss girl with large breasts.
The train goes into a dark tunnel and a few seconds later there is the sound of a loud slap. When the train emerges from the tunnel, the English guy has a bright red, hand print on his cheek. No one speaks.
The old lady thinks:
The English guy must have groped the blonde in the dark, and she slapped his cheek.
The blonde Swiss girl thinks:
That English guy must have tried to grope me in the dark, but missed and fondled the old lady and she slapped his cheek.
The English guy thinks:
That Scottish bloke must have groped the blonde in the dark – she tried to slap him but missed and got me instead.
And the Scottish guy thinks:
I can’t wait for another tunnel, just so I can smack that English prick again…..
Published by djmick on September 9th, 2009
Sitting together on a train, travelling through the Swiss Alps, were
an English guy, a Scottish bloke, a little old Greek lady, and a young blonde Swiss girl with large breasts.
The train goes into a dark tunnel and a few seconds later there is the sound of a loud slap. When the train emerges from the tunnel, the English guy has a bright red, hand print on his cheek. No one speaks.
The old lady thinks:
The English guy must have groped the blonde in the dark, and she slapped his cheek.
The blonde Swiss girl thinks:
That English guy must have tried to grope me in the dark, but missed and fondled the old lady and she slapped his cheek.
The English guy thinks:
That Scottish bloke must have groped the blonde in the dark – she tried to slap him but missed and got me instead.
And the Scottish guy thinks:
I can’t wait for another tunnel, just so I can smack that English prick again…..
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