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Or are the rules set so that you only make them at 2am when your smashed?
it doesnt matter
I hate it when people think they can do waht they like just cos they have a big willy
im not one for booty calls anyway as i have a gf
Going back to work after isn't too bad.
What's the non-twat phrase for it then?
Drink and dialling?
'cos we're not bastard Americans.
We're British. And have a stiff upper lip.
How about minge hunt?
"I say old chap, have you seen any minge in these parts? I'm really quite desparate..."
naked friend time
I always feel a bit *bleurgh*
Prostitution is out but I've got a couple of irons in the fire.
And i feel a bit hollow.
The trap is now set.
does it for me everytime.
That Jane Macdonald is a minx!
Actually, now that i've sent the text and arranged it I feel very tired all of a sudden. I may just go back to bed.
I make flick between the two if there's some womens tennis on.
where Elliot got together with Keith. That annoyed me.
take pictures and post them.
or get the other person to post.
try and make it interesting for everyone reading this who is sat in an office right now. think of dis.
just so to amuse those poor souls sat in an office and ritually humilate the poor girl in the process, just for your benefit? OK, i'll do it!
Shall i try and post on here during the deed?
this is what i mean.
take one for the board.
12 o'clock has now past. I've even had the good grace to shower. I better have not been stood up. I hate washing for no good reason.
because of the context in all saints song, but it is only supposition and is a phenomena that I have not experianced nor have my freindsz ever indicate this has happened.
Is it real or is it just an american thing that, via the medium of cool street r n b, people over here now profess to be experiancing
It all went rather well but finished badly when, post coitus, I told her that i needed to go to the Isle Of Man next friday so wouldn't be around for the weekend. Her response to this was; "But thats not far away! You could get the train back?"
When i questioned her logic on this it became apparent that she thought the Isle Of Man was the new, less harsh sounding name for the Isle Of Dogs in East London.
Naturally, I was appalled by this and, as I have a huge work related glossy poster of the British isles above my desk in my bedroom, I jumped out and gave her an impromptu British Isles Geography pop quiz completely in the nude.
"Whats this?" I said, pointing at teh Isle Of Wight.
"Jersey?" came the reply.
"NO! You idiot! It's the Isle Of Wight".
"It can't be! I've been to the Isle Of Wight!".
"Well you mustn't have been paying attention. Whats this?" pointing at the Scilly Isles. My shrivelled winky woo, dangling pathetically below.
"Erm, I know this one. Is it Sicilly?"
"GET OUT!!!!! Go on! Just go!" *Holds door open whilst shaking head in disbelief*
So, I've learnt a valuable lesson today. Day time booty calls are not to be advised as, without the involvement of alcohol, you'll discover your sex partners distinct lack of geographical knowledge and won't fancy her any more.
And she's in hospital right now. For and unrelated matter and not due to a previous lie by me. So i wouldn't mess around by lying.
I'm a wanker, apparently. Nothing i can counter that with, i'm afraid.
I almost regret giving my POTD to TheoGB now. ;D
I thrive off your love!