A Taiwanese man died while playing video games at an internet cafe as dozens of other patrons carried on for hours afterwards apparently unaware that they were sitting near a corpse, according to police.
I have seen people also sleek people do many things at cafes Doing more then they at supposed to including but not limited to having a pull/rub having a cone.
haha sorry guys.
Was at work and I cant type for shit on my iPhone.
I have seen people do many things at internet cafes, mostly the one in queens street?
which include
watching porn
masturbating (male or female)
having a hit (weed/injecting something)
making out
vomiting then proceeding back to his game of HoN
sleeping/passing out
so it doesn't surprise me that this happened. The owner probably waited until his time expired.
One memory that sticks in my mind is the night that Bung-eye was on duty (midnight to dawn) and as was often the case, some of the girls from the strip club around the corner dropped in to check their emails etc.
The girls would quite often play up in-store but since we were all breathing, none of us objected :P
This particular night, two girls were flirting up a storm with Bung and next thing he is standing next to me asking if he can leave work early because the two girls have him on a promise (yes a 3some was being offered).
Needless to say my answer was to query why he was still standing there talking to me when he could be back at some hawt chicky's (plural) enjoying himself?
Lucky bastard!
And just so you all dont stay up tonight thinking about 3-somes... another day I was in store and this umm, lets just assume it was female came into the store.
Imagine this (but i hope for your sakes your imagination isnt too vivid) - "she" was built bigger than pre-diet Magda Subianska, much bigger... wearing a boob tube that could not successfully contain the ginormous puppies therein, exposing a literal mountain of cellulite dimpled flesh complete with some kind of alien-emergent scar across where the tummy button would have been if the fat wasnt burying it... squeezed into a set of those white lycra leggings that ended at what would be described as calfs if she didnt have cankles. Now to add to this the lycra had performed admirably in that it had attempted to restrain the fat but with varying degrees of success - i.e. we now had "ripples" of fat going down the legs, topped off with a reverse leg-muffin-top at the bottom of each leg. Oh did i mention that the waste band at the top of the lycra pants had also created this sort of evil-mcdonalds muffin top?
But to top it off (oh yes it gets worse)... she had a head like a robbers dog, the day was as hot as hades and she stunk as though she had been in said heat rotting for a year and worst of all, her personal hygiene inside said white lycra pants left a lot to be desired. In fact its the first pair of white and brown pair of lycra shorts I have ever seen.
Needless to say my answer was to query why he was still standing there talking to me when he could be back at some hawt chicky's (plural) enjoying himself?
Lucky bastard!
What's so lucky about a threesome with two hookers?
Looks like he's trying to conjure up sith lightning :/
Really creepy, I can't believe someone found photos.
also cheers for those stories agamemnon, I remember bung-eye too. I dunno why I became a 9-5 worker when I could be getting stripper 3-somes and shit-filled-panty-possible-tranny action working with computer games and doing what I love.
so what happened to the bunker? I remember the chick working there started flirting with me and wanted to give me a blow job behind the bunker somewhere in a seedy alley. bunker was a good place hah