| COMING SOON The memoirs of a sailor Royal Navy 1970s
A friend was in the Navy, and when in the Far East,
became drunk in a less than salubrious area of town frequented by transsexuals.
He fell asleep lying face up across a table and then, because his shirt became
raised up, his midriff was exposed. One
of the transsexual boys planted a large kiss just below his naval leaving a
large pair of red lips painted by the lipstick.
His naval colleagues realised that the lipstick would rub
off before he woke up. They carried him across to a tattoo parlour and tattooed
it in place so he could see it in the morning. He still has it to this day.’
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