“A couple of years ago I was waiting for a train
when a feckless wannabe gangsta came up to me, stood WAY too close and
started making gross slurping noises at me. I tried to ignore him. Then he
asked me, “Does you swallow?”

“I knew I ought to come up with the perfect witty, incisive retort that would
make him realise the error of his ways, teach him a thing or two about
respecting women and get it into his thick skull that with that sort of
approach he was never going to get a blow job from anyone other than his own
right hand. But the only thing I could think of was to scream, “Go fuck

“A few minutes later I realised that, “I bet you do” would have been much
more effective.”

Samara, Harrow