The filth from the mouths of serving wenches in artst craftsy places!
I was looking for some checkerboard ribbon, when a couple of people were engaged in converse with the counter quim.
Now, I don't know why there were discussing it. Perhaps these couple were swingers and go round department stores picking up wanton strumpers who serve them. Who knows. But as I hovered1 nearby, I heard the serving slapper say:
"I can do double hand jobs"
Well, I was so disgusted, I waited around to hear more. Clear I must've misheard the conversation. But then came the next announcement of:
"I could shove a dildo into him"
Clearly, The Xym in his lecherous sewerset of pervatoricality, misheard something totally innocent that only sounded like double hand jobs and dildos being rammed up arses.
But you know, for the life of me, I can't think of anything that sounds even remotely similar that you would ask of a serving wench.
1 WAITED AROUND. NOT HOVERED IN THE AIR. OR HOOVERED. NO J. EDGAR IN A DRESS FOR ME IN JARROLDS. OR SOMETHING.