I was in London today and came across a real classy high-end watch dealership. So I removed the £68 narikka from my wrist and proceeded to the door. Door? Double doors with bullet proof glass where you have to be invited in - that kind of place.
I'm not particulary well dressed today but somehow find my way in. Feeling very uncomfortable, all eyes on me kind of atmosphere, I try to take in the vast collection of luxury watches on display. One particular watch grabs my attention - a Patek Philippe:
So I bend down to take a better look at this beauty in it's display case. To my horror I inadvertently squeeze out a 'small' fart!
Embarrased and hoping that nobody noticed my anal volcano I straightened up and asked the assistant, "How much is the watch?"
His reply caught me by surprise:
"Sir, if merely looking at the watch makes you fart, the price will make you shit yourself". :lol:
Fiction
I'm not particulary well dressed today but somehow find my way in. Feeling very uncomfortable, all eyes on me kind of atmosphere, I try to take in the vast collection of luxury watches on display. One particular watch grabs my attention - a Patek Philippe:
So I bend down to take a better look at this beauty in it's display case. To my horror I inadvertently squeeze out a 'small' fart!
Embarrased and hoping that nobody noticed my anal volcano I straightened up and asked the assistant, "How much is the watch?"
His reply caught me by surprise:
"Sir, if merely looking at the watch makes you fart, the price will make you shit yourself". :lol:
Fiction
