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What’s the point
- Location
- Leytonstone
light drizzle at end of commute to one office. then when I went to other office got soaked in that MASSIVE downpour about 8am
Driving home form my temporary employ drinking tea and generally jerking off and doing very little for a large credit card company, I came up behind a roadie in a Team Milton Keynes top. He was cracking along, an easy 40MPH on the flat. Alas, one of the seams on his shorts had split about 6" long, and he had a chunk of hairy arse on show. Fortunately I managed to maintain control of my vehicle despite the shock.
My trousers were not in my rucksack. I discovered this when I arrived at work.
For some reason this reminds me of the old spy films when the spy and their handler would meet in a park and exchange passwords:My trousers were not in my rucksack. I discovered this when I arrived at work.