Ever gone on a date when "she" turned out to be a male university lecturer in his 50s who tucked his shirt into his Y-fronts? No, me neither. Tell us how it all went shit-faced.
(, Thu 4 Sep 2014, 13:13)
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We close our eyes, we never lose a game
Imagination never lets us take the blame
We close our eyes to see the final frame
We close our eyes to time slipping away
(, Tue 9 Sep 2014, 2:28, 1 reply)
shame
(, Tue 9 Sep 2014, 7:52, closed)
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