#75
I got into a scuffle with some miscreants one night in Edinburgh. It started when one of them said something in passing, something like "I wouldn't even ask that guy for a LIGHT." I turned around and said "I got it if you need it." Oops, wrong move. | "AARGH!" the burly hobo bellowed in fury, "that was a rhetorical scenario. Clearly I am already taken care of in that department." He began brandishing his lit cigar in my face. | Which, being the good orthodox Freudian that I am, I took to be an invitation to fellate the frumpy fellow, which I accepted with alacrity.
