There are lonely hearts. Then there are very lonely hearts. And then there is this tragedy.
Now, don’t get us wrong. We’re not quick to judge and we have been known to trudge very long distances for a whiff of cock. In flip-flops. In the rain. But even we draw the line at someone who… let’s just say ‘went to the bathroom’ on our faces while we were sleeping. Before a formal introduction! EVEN we have ideas of etiquette superior to this guy, who posted a lonely hearts ad on his local University hook-up board.
But some questions remain unanswered:
a). How did Shannon know who was the dumper?
B). Why did Shannon not intervene when dumper was dumping on her friend’s face?
III). Why would Shannon then show a picture to the dumpee? To prove that the dumper was actually really hot?
Quatre). Would you want to have a coffee with someone who goes to parties and has a poo on sleeping person/persons’ head/s? And probably doesn’t wash their hands afterwards?!
5). Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
