Two of them. True story.
I am thirty three. Last weekend I took two twenty one year olds back to my place. Two. My mate reckons one of them told her she fancied me. We'd been drinking all night. Then stuck outside for ages. There were no taxis. We were soaked to the skin. We were all very drunk indeed. Of course when we got in we all had to get out of our wet clothes, didn't we?

Then I went to bed. On my own.

Seriously, have you spoken to a twenty one year old recently?... fuck that.

I'm not just old. I'm about a thousand.
(eightAce, Thu 7 Jun 2012, 14:24, 3 replies)

What's the best thing about having sex with Twenty One year olds?

( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Thu 7 Jun 2012, 15:50, closed)

They tend to be up for experimenting with most things.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 7 Jun 2012, 16:19, closed)

There's twenty of them.

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 7 Jun 2012, 17:38, closed)