There's a nice grass area opposite where I live which has a park bench that is popular with walkers of the romantic persuasion who stop to fondle and grope each other from time to time. If you don't believe me I've got pictures. OK, romantic or not I draw the fcuking line when two dinner mashers turn up for a cuddle right there in front of my innocent eyes. I had spent a couple of hours cutting tiles at my garage door, my ears were fcuked from the noise of the cutter and my hair, ears and nostrils were clogged with tile dust as I started to clear up for the day. However when these two fruits turned up with their short haircuts, lilac pullovers and VERY tight jeans I was more than happy to interupt their fun with some more cutting. The poofs soon moved on with that little waddle that only faggots with cavity anuses can do. Turd burglers, not in my street.