Handbags   (The sad, the bad and the ugly. Non-productive stuff here.)

Anyroad:

I think the punter may have met the lovely Leanne when she was 'working' the hotel bars of Manchester.

As the wealthy businessman and the lady got chatting he said he may be interested, but warned her that his requirements were rather kinky. But, he said he would pay her more than the going rate as it were.

The lady replied that she'd seen it all, done it all, got the wet tee shirt etc and five hundred quid would get him half an hour.

He agreed and they went up to his room.

"I'll just powder my nose first", she said. (I think that was a polite wey of saying she needed the lavvy, rather than sniffing drugs of some sort)


As she emerged from the bathroom, the man handed her a bundle of banknotes and thanked her for her services and showed her to the door.

She was rather puzzled, but happy for the easy money.

"You said you are proper kinky, yet you're not even one of those who just wants to talk!" She exclaimed.

"Oh but I am kinky" He replied, with a smile.

"While you was powdering your nose, I had a poo in your handbag"

He didn't really say 'poo' though.


TAXI!