Turkish Delight
 

This may be an urban legend that many have heard before. But last night I was chatting to my friend and he regaled me this terrible story.

Sun, Sex, Sea and Sambuca.

What more would one want on a beach Holiday to Turkey. Beautiful beaches, cheap food, cheap drunk and clubs open until sunrise. It has it all.

This girl, we shall call here Becky went to Turkey for 2 weeks. She went with the girlies. You know how it goes, girls holiday, all they want to do is bitch about people and probably have sex. I can only guess.

Becky is in a club, she is pretty fit, but back at home has a repuation for giving out a bit too easily. Doesn't matter though, these guys in the club don't know that.

She shakes her ass like beyonce and moves her hips like beyonce. Heck after a couple of beers she looks good.

She meets turkish. Turkish is the turk. His family own a local restaurant. He is a bit of a looker. Tall, dark, handsome, all of that bollacks.

They have a little dance, a little boggie. Then they get down to it.

They have sex. Yes **** me, two adults have sex.

Like rabbits. For the rest of the two weeks they are with each other all the time. She is slowly falling in love. This guy is better than a holiday romance. He is amazing.

She even meets his family and has a meal with them. They aren't weirdos. Their house has air conditioning, that means they must have some money right.

Things are going well, but alas her holiday is about to end.

14 days and 14 nights of happiness. What more could she want.

Just before she left, she went for a meal with Turkish. One last romantic meal.

He gave her a present. It was a box, tied up with a ribbon. He told her, whatever you do, don't open it up until you are on the plane.

She promised she would open it on the plane, and was upset she was leaving this amazing guy to head back to rainy blighty. Already in her mind she was thinking about what she could do with her life, she could move to Turkey, or he could move to England. Yes their were options.

It's 3.40am. The flight back to Gatwick is boarding. She picks up her box and walks onto the plane. Her girlfriends quickly fall asleep, but she has the present she wants to open.

About half an hour into the flight everyone is asleep. It's deadly silent.

She pulls the ribbon, and it loosens and drops to the floor. Slowly she pulls off the lid. There is another box inside this box. Puzzled, she opens this new box.

Inside is a minuture coffin. Something isn't right, a coffin, in a present, romantic. What the...

She opens up the coffin. Inside is a card.

It reads:

"Welcome to the HIV club."

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amusing, yet urban legend.

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those damn Turks!!
I bet it was Alessio :(

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I knew it was an urban legend!

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That's still a major burn, lol

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The way I was told it a long time ago was people would walk up you when you were pissed and inject you with infected needles, since you were pissed you wouldn't feel it. They'd then put a note your pocket saying "welcome to club aids" for you to find when you woke up. It's an urban legend.

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I remember when I was 12 and some girl that was 15 and lived in the Midlands or something was telling me about it and was scared to go out etc. I thought it was true :(

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I'm not sure that'd work.

I think for HIV to properly get into you, it needs to somehow get into your blood stream. A subtucaneous injection just wouldn't cut the mustard - and I don't know how they'd randomly stab you and luckily get into a vein. I know you need buckets of saliva to be able to catch HIV through the mouth.

I bet vampy knows, it's the sort of kooky knowledge she'd have.

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I was hoping for a bomb :(

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lmao

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I think this urban legend was probably the genius of some advertising department of a condom manufacturer...it should include after the last part a little quip about making sure you always wear a rubber.

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I think the underlying lesson is a bit more racist than that.

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You can buy coloured ones too, duh

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I wonder if you can buy Turkish delight flavoured condoms...?

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Get curry ones if you can't, full of eastern promise regardless

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they're all like that, turks.

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Isnt there a fetish for people who want to spread/get AIDS?

I can't remember what they call it but it sounds pretty gay to me. :(

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it's called bug chasing (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bug_chaser)

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Hm, it was called something else when I heard about it. They had a forum full of weird AIDS spreader slang it was kinda weird. :(

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i was once on holiday in cumbria, and i swear to god i saw a condom machine in some pub toilets that sold kangaroo flavoured condoms :/

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I got this 'story' in one of those lovely forwarded e-mails about 6-7 years ago, but it was a girl goes to the bahama's from texas, there wasn't anything racial about the story.

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No, it just implied that South (of the USA) American women are disease-infested, slappers who go around the world spreading their disease to unsuspecting victims.

It's really rather unfair to George Bush. ;)

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George Bush is Turkish?

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As a urban legend goes, not to shabby.
I do however not see the harm in the turks trying to wipe out the nation with the palest people in Europe.

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Isn't that the nationalists greatest fear though? You know, that one day their country wil be overrun with 'darkies'?

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Not all nationalists are racists, and not all racists are nationalists, etc.

And I doubt the nationalists in, say, Niger, are that worried about the darkies overrunning their country.

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The population of the Bahamas is 85% black, so I'd say it was implicit, unless the story said that the woman had sex with someone who happened to be a wealthy landowner or something. Usually in these "stories" the guy is supposed to be relatively poor - e.g. he's a waiter or barmen, etc.

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well obviously, but for the purposes of this version I think we can safely assume the storyteller is white.

Or Kurdish.

But probably white.