Winkle
Manager
Just driving back from Asda, after purchasing a french stick, I had a incredible itchy bum. There was no warning whatsoever, just an overiding feeling to yank my shorts down and scratch for england but I could not pullover just anywhere as I was in traffic. The severity of the itch nearly forced my van to mount the pavement and take out a couple of old girls as trying to steer my van and scratch my a**e was overwhelming. I did have a quick root around but never got to the appropiate area so I then started manouvering my posteria up and down the seat in a rocking motion trying to gather enough momentum and friction to offset the itch that needed immediate attention. I did not however notice the two girls in the ford fiesta behind me laughing there heads off at my predicament until I pulled over to sort myself out once and for all.
I dread to think what they thought I was doing as I could just not look at them in the face.
I dread to think what they thought I was doing as I could just not look at them in the face.