
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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I make a series of clicking sounds into my date's cleavage and measure her cup size from the echo.
( , Wed 10 Sep 2014, 15:36, 1 reply)
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