WickedsDesire -> RE: Whats the worse public humilation? (3/31/2016 6:46:00 AM)
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That time I bought a bag of six freshly made doughnuts at Falkirk market. Six for one Scottish quid(£1). The freshly fried, oily off crispy coat, shimmering in sugary delight, made short work of the paper bag and threw themselves into a puddle or was that gravity. I was fair ashamed, let me tell you that. I let those poor six doughnuts drown in front of an audience. To be fair they did not boo or hiss, the crowd, nor laugh. I think they felt my shame and sadness and woe and suffering, and complete humiliation, was ended when I was presented with a fresh bag of sugary delights numbering six – free of charge to boot….well us Scottish people are a scrooge like race. And that is a true story and it must have happened 20 plus years ago and I still remember it if it was this very day. Or was it that time my women, of that time, called me honey in a shop….and I do so fuking hate the word babe honey and variants. So I set about a plot to marry this one and divorce her, which came to past a very long time ago. Or was it that stone bridge story I tell from time to time…as I spent so much time on the doughnut story I will keep it for another day, the retelling. (where a farmer called the police because me and some women had a wee fire going in the country…oh alright as some of you have not heard it goes a little bit like this). Women: My you are quite the man of staggering girth and have surely ruined me for all of mankind and to that end I plan to live out my days in quiet solitude as a mad hermit ( a noble cause) when I hit the self destruct button – the interesting ones always do :( it is inevitable with them Man with too many cats: cease your banal utterings creature of wretch and fill us a flask of coffee, some sandwiches and may treats (look I made them I am not sexist). Women: You have showed me all of infinity what more is there to be had. Man with too many cats: Put on a dress and nothing else. And we will get a bit of a picnic fire going and I will ask mother nature to lightly caress your body with 70mph winds, and horizontal rain lashing at your naked body over an olde stone bridge. Ah the furore of mother nature on wanton wenches hungry body. And I will pit I against mother nature using your body as a conduit . And i did exactly that, her bent over that olde stone bridge naked save for the elements and the greatest of all known elements muffinium engaged in an epic battle Farmer: Drives by.... what are you doing on this country lane, by the roadside are you witches. Women: F*ck of farmer Man with too many cats: be off with you and tend to your turnips before we hex then with our supernatural darkness malarkey Police (30 minutes later for farmer had called 5’O) What are you two up too and they really did make us put out the picnic fire. [image]http://cdn.collarspace.com/attachments/033116/B61C860C-E66F-406B-AAA5-9F1A4D3616CE1.jpg[/image] Humiliation can come in many forms: small things can scar as as much as the big things- conjure up the good times, and bad
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