Thought there was a misunderstanding with Bearsy and BK over the free WiFi and internet porn?
That’s why he’s working with his bro’s digging holes?
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If I worked for McDonalds, I’d dress in my uniform, get some cheap Lidl burgers, fill a wheelbarrow and sell them on the streets at night when everyone is pissed. You’d make a fortune telling the drunkards that it’s a new McDonalds idea.
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You won’t find a partner in London working at Maccy D’s. You can lie about your job when Tindering of course (works a treat when you’re a handsome loser like me), but you won’t find a proper partner willing to take you on.
Most McD’s workers (apart from East Euro migrants) will live at home with parents in London.
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Job’s a job.
If someone doesn’t want to be with you (not you specifically, but you know what I mean) 'coz of where you work I’d suggest it’s them that aren’t worth being with.
What you do or where you work doesn’t define you.
Edit: to clarify, not accusing you of this. And I’m sure there are plenty of folk that think like this. Just think it’s a sad way to live, personally.
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“What you do or where you work doesn’t define you”
From all the TV wannabe reality starz these days I’d say that’s not strictly true for everyone KRG.
Sadly.
I’m sure there are people that think like that, as I said.
There are people that think the Earth is flat, doesn’t make that true either.
All it means is they are probably not particularly nice people, and best avoided anyway.
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Its a noble sentiment but outside your circle of friends and family it kinda does. I think there was a Cracked article which said that if you died getting hit by a bus, the very first thing they’d identify you as is your job: “Bob Smith, a carpenter/train driver/professional skateboarder/nurse from Plaistow was pronounced dead in the early hours of… etc.etc.”
Plus, we’re all guilty of it. At a conceptual level we all know that each person on this planet has as much of a deep, meaningful, vivid, varied and complicated existance as ourselves, but when you wake up early in the morning and see people uniformed up, from the bin men, to the maintenance workers at the tube station, to the guy serving your coffee in Pret, we all instrumentalise people as ‘things wot do’ rather than ‘people who are’ when we’re understandably on autopilot.
And hey? Can we blame ourselves at all? Really? At the end of the day; when you meet a complete stranger, then finding out what they do for the majority of their waking life is as understandable a line of enquiry (and shorthand into gaining an insight into who they and to get a general idea of what their life is like) are as anything else.
Now don’t get me wrong! I certainly don’t celebrate any of this at all! I just think it’s the reality I’m afraid.
Hmmm it’s an interesting point, but I think it’s perhaps slightly different?
I don’t think it’s essentially wrong to ask someone what they do when you first meet them. It’s an understandable thing to ask about, and helps to flesh out a picture of someone I guess.
But equally, another thing you may ask when meeting someone is about their family. By this I mean, are they an only child, one of many siblings etc. I’d say this no more defines you than what you do for a living. It’s just part of getting to know someone, imo.
I dunno maybe I am being overly idealistic, or it’s just my way of thinking. I guess, maybe it would explain why I always thought it odd people define themselves as ‘Football fans’, or even further ‘fans of x team’. Obviously, I have no issue with people liking or following football/or a team (I’m of course, guilty as nearly everyone else on that), but people who’s entire identity is being a supporter of their chosen team.
Maybe that’s just paranoia at how dull I would, as I’m very lucky to work in a profession that is also one of my hobbies.
But yeah, people are interesting, complex creatures. It seems a shame to distill them, or yourself, into what you do, where you are from or what things you like. It’s the combinations of those things where the fun lies. For me, at least.
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I suppose your job is pretty important. I certainly wouldn’t want to date an accountant (dull), banker (cunts) or politician (dull cunts).
Oh and anyone from Portsmouth obviously.
I once went out with a cleaner. Didn’t bother me. It didn’t work for many other reasons but his job wasn’t one of them.
I managed to bang that Irish girl in the end. She is Nurse. It is v.handy banging a nurse. I had a medical emergency with my penis that I would Rather Not Talk About and she put it in the deathgrip and fixed it immediately. Then I got a blocked ear & she fixed that too. Today my foot hurts so I have sent her text. It’s free healthcare on tap!
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Did hope dating a GP would bag me some easy Diazepam.
Turns out she doesn’t even offer them out to her actual patients.
What’s even the point?
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Actually I have changed mind. I do want to talk about my Penis, it will be an useful life lesson for bros! Any chapel kate’s browsing may want to look away tho 
I don’t have Performance Issues. It is v.important that everyone accepts that. But I figured I would only be one shot on this particular ride, and I wanted it to be a good one, and I’d been reading bout how the kids take viagra for Recreational Purposes. Also I remember seeing an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm (new series come soon!) where Larry was competing with Rosie O’Donnell for the affections of a Bisexual, and he was ‘juicing’ and obtained v.spectacular results!
So I went on one of them online sites, lied through my teeth to all the Medical Questions, and purchased a viagra prescription. It was like £30 or something. Money well spent!
So on the night, at the most strategic moment, I extracted a pill from hiding. I immediately dropped it of course, and while I was scrabbling around on floor bird was like “what did you drop?”. “Coin or something,” I lied. I didn’t want her to know I was juicing. I wanted her to be telling all her friends bout my performance on the premise it was just ordinary everyday boner, for me. I found it. I popped it.
Have you ever taken the viagras? I dunno that I would recommend it entirely. You do get Hard As Rock, but your orgasms, when they come, are distant and non-satisfactory somehow. Anyway, I did do v.good boning. I got carried away! I was carry nearly her whole bodyweight on my shaft at times and trying all sorts of dangerous manouveres. I suspect somewhere along the line I done myself some damage. But eventually I was done, and I rolled over to get sleep, like I always immediately do post-coitus. I’m not one for snuggling or whatever.
I woke some hours later in extreme discomfort. My penis was still hard as rock, but it was now swollen beyond it’s normal capacity, and the head had turned a v.frightening shade of bright purple. Discretion was out the window at this point. I made an enormous fuss, and nurse bird gave it a cursory glance. She sighed professionally, rolled her eyes. She gripped it v.hard, and throttled it painfully for like a good 10 mins. I had my objections, but she explained that she was forcing the blood out. She was right, it done the job.
Nurses. You can’t beat them! At the very least, it saved me an Embarrassing Interview with emergency services.
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Finding out if a prospective partner has a wad of cash up front oils the wheels of true love - I know, I’m such an old romantic…
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Wasn’t he “filthy” enough?
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I knew someone that did something similar, @bearsy .
Apparently, the trick is to only take a quarter or a half, if you don’t actually need them. As he learned the hard way.
Said friend was genuinely concerned he was stuck with a perma-stiffy when he was still rock hard 24 hours and twice as many self-reliefs later.
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I could have done with you posting that story sooner!
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Are you saying she made you ejaculate the blood? That sounds pretty grim.
And whats this about CYE? A new series? Are you being a tit or is that true?
Tis true
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“…She sighed professionally, rolled her eyes. She gripped it v.hard, and throttled it painfully for like a good 10 mins. I had my objections, but she explained that she was forcing the blood out. She was right, it done the job…”
Taken straight from “Nursey Knows Best Young Man” by Barbara Cartland?
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