My scouse mate was sending in a loan application today. He said, "I have a good credit history, I think I'll walk it."
"But you're from Liverpool," I said. "You'll never walk a loan."
At the end of a tiny, deserted bar is a huge Scouse bloke - 6ft 5 and 18 stone. He's having a few beers when a short, well dressed and obviously gay
man walks in and sits beside him. After three or four beers the gay man finally plucks up the courage to say something to the big Liverpudlian.
Leaning over towards the Scouser he whispers, "Do you want a blow-job?"
At this the massive Merseysider leaps up with fire in his eyes and smacks the man in the face, knocking him swiftly off the stool. He proceeds to beat him all the way out of the bar before leaving him bruised and battered in the car park and returning to his seat. Amazed, the barman quickly brings over another beer.
"I've never seen you react like that," he says, "just what did he say to you?"
"I'm not sure," the big Scouser replies, "something about a job."
"But you're from Liverpool," I said. "You'll never walk a loan."
At the end of a tiny, deserted bar is a huge Scouse bloke - 6ft 5 and 18 stone. He's having a few beers when a short, well dressed and obviously gay
man walks in and sits beside him. After three or four beers the gay man finally plucks up the courage to say something to the big Liverpudlian.
Leaning over towards the Scouser he whispers, "Do you want a blow-job?"
At this the massive Merseysider leaps up with fire in his eyes and smacks the man in the face, knocking him swiftly off the stool. He proceeds to beat him all the way out of the bar before leaving him bruised and battered in the car park and returning to his seat. Amazed, the barman quickly brings over another beer.
"I've never seen you react like that," he says, "just what did he say to you?"
"I'm not sure," the big Scouser replies, "something about a job."
