It was coming to the end of the day and sat in his tiny near deserted local pub in Liverpool was a scouser.
He was having a few beers as usual when a short well dressed and
obviously gay man walked in and sat beside him.
After three or four beers, the gay man leaned over towards the scouser
and whispered, "Do you want a blow job?"
The Scouser leaped up with fire in his eyes knocked the gay man off
his stool and smacked the shit out of him.
He dragged him out of the bar and left him bruised and battered in the
car park and returned to his seat at the bar.
Not entirely amazed at what just happened the barman quickly brought
over another beer to the scouser and said, "I've never seen you react
as badly as that before.
What did he say to you?"
"I don't know," the scouser replied.. "Something about a job."
He was having a few beers as usual when a short well dressed and
obviously gay man walked in and sat beside him.
After three or four beers, the gay man leaned over towards the scouser
and whispered, "Do you want a blow job?"
The Scouser leaped up with fire in his eyes knocked the gay man off
his stool and smacked the shit out of him.
He dragged him out of the bar and left him bruised and battered in the
car park and returned to his seat at the bar.
Not entirely amazed at what just happened the barman quickly brought
over another beer to the scouser and said, "I've never seen you react
as badly as that before.
What did he say to you?"
"I don't know," the scouser replied.. "Something about a job."
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