“Course we are,” I said and looked at me MOT tester’s certificate hanging on the wall, “Look get yourself down Manchester Road screw a few tarts and decide whether losing your tool is really the answer.”
“I had no idea it was so easy,” he said, “The NHS said it took three years,”
“Lazy bastards,” I said, “Anyway think on, give us a bell when you decide.”
I was only winding him up, our number at Brian’s Motor Works (BMW get it ) was only one digit different to the specialist clinic so we got their calls sometimes and it was a laugh to wind their punters up. “What colour?” I asked. “Look if you just want’s to perv, we can do a set of DD tits,” I said, “Keep thee prick and that and that will get you into women only showers and women’s changing rooms, mind you you’ll need a big handbag to hide thee cock when it gets hard.”
“Do I have to live as a woman first,” he asked.
