American banks.
I recently holidayed in America, Chicago to be precise. Not sure why I went there, but it happened.

I had to go into the bank downtown to do some boring money related task as I had ran out of beer tokens, when the cashier (or as they are infuriatingly called over there "teller") turned out to be someone I was spent a while talking to in a bar the night before. This man was brilliant, had more prostitute anecdotes than anyone I had ever met before, and he soon launched into another one.

He told me about his aim to fuck someone from every nation on the planet, and had spent a fortune to achieve this. He told me about the time he came across (fnarr fnarr) a Thai prostitute. Apparently she smelt a bit funny but he thought "fuck it, I'll just double up"

After brief negotiations he took her to a motel and low and behold it turned out to be Kathoey [ladyboy]. That smell? The hideously green length that had just been unfurled in front of him.

This is my Teller's Ho-Bo tail.
(ste_mc_efc, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 17:11, 1 reply)

Shit

(Glomp Fuck, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 17:16, closed)