I was in Newtown yesterday morning for work and as I was walking along King Street, I noticed these two guys notice each other and stop for a chat.
Nothing remarkable about that.
They were dressed kind of grungy, but not in a good way, so nothing remarkable about that either.
What I found so remarkable that I had to stop and surreptitiously observe them, was their style of speaking.
Each time one of them spoke, he would either scratch his scrotum, adjust his accoutrements, or simply clutch his crotch and hold on to it while he spoke.
Then the other one would reply and do exactly the same thing to himself.
I swear it was fascinating, disgusting, and slightly disturbing all at the same time to watch.
It put a whole new meaning to holding the talking stick.
I ended up having to leave them to go to my appointment, but I’m not sure the conversation could have gone on for long before one of them may have prematurely ended it.
Thankfully, one doesn’t have to stimulate oneself when observing this pair of gorgeousnesses… es.
Things really should just happen naturally.
They do for me, anyway.
Is that wrong?
Shoes – Bally