>I was super delighted this evening because my beloved former co-worker (I seriously think of him as the cool older brother that I never had) who moved to Azerbaijan is back in town for an important family event.  He stopped by the office at the end of the day, and  I went out with him and another co-worker for drinks.  (Well, they had real drinks and I had my usual Diet Coke.)  My pseudo older brother told us a great story about a woman in his Azuri language class.

One weekend, she decided to go to a market that was on the outskirts of town.  After she had been walking along the road for a while, she noticed a guy following her.  This continued for some time, and then she realized that he was not only following her, but had his pants open and was masturbating as he walked along the road.  No one else seemed to notice or find it extremely odd that a guy was walking around with his dick in his hand pleasuring himself in public.  Needless to say, she was extremely disturbed.

On Monday in class, their teacher asked them about their weekend.  The woman did not have enough Azuri to describe what happened, so she told the teacher in English about the stalking masturbator.  Unfortunately, the teacher’s English was not good enough to understand the story (and the woman was too shy to use the universal symbol for jerking off), so she nodded and said, “Oh, so you made a friend!”  

Comment