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One of my old mates in the forces was, on first sight, the 'man'. 5'11", nice hair, white teeth, light Liverpudlian accent, fit, funny, nice car, decent job, blah de blah. Now, it's very easy to hate a guy like that, we'd all be out on the town, women would be coming over to chat to him, all fluttering eyelashes and giggles.
They would stay for about 10 minutes give him a strange look and then make their excuses and slip back over to their mates.
Always the same routine. He never figured it out. The one nice, simple rule.
Don't pick your fuckin nose.
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