Apparently, there have been some new developments at our local pool/community centre/library, where I have been swimming for the past few months. A local teen was charged with, shall we say, excessive viewing pleasures.
Had he ventured into the washroom in the swimming pool change room, rather than the one he was caught in, he might not have come back for that second look, which ultimately led to his arrest.
Its mostly sagging boobs, varicose veins, where-did-they-come-from bruises, gnarled toe nails, mid-thrift fat, loose limbs, bottle-bleached hair on top with unmatching pubic hair, and a couple of walkers.
Loose lips, too. He wouldn't have made it out intact.
He also would have been begging for the cops to take him. Anywhere. Please. Now.
Well, I guess in a way, he knew what he was in for, when he chose to peep in on a young girl instead. Or is that part of the pre-dating ritual with teenagers today?
Is there an app for that?
Monday, May 31, 2010
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Oh no, not a peeping tommy! A pervert in training, eh? I hope he learned his lesson early enough.
We were wondering why signs were posted in the change rooms and washrooms in the pool and library a couple of weeks ago, regarding the illegality of image-capture equipment. It was the Peeping Tommy that prompted it!
Boys will be boys, one way or another.
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