Cycling past the gym tonight, I saw a bloke with one arm going in with a table tennis bat in his hand, and I thought "go on, my son.".
I started thinking about stuff I'd carry around, but I thought it would be more interesting the stuff you could actually get away with.
Like slapping people round the back of the neck at bus stops, and when they turn round it would be 50% less likely it was you.
I started thinking about stuff I'd carry around, but I thought it would be more interesting the stuff you could actually get away with.
Like slapping people round the back of the neck at bus stops, and when they turn round it would be 50% less likely it was you.