Iffy crushes
Who would you like to have sex with who isn't probably top of everyone's list and why?
( , Thu 6 Oct 2011, 14:54)
Who would you like to have sex with who isn't probably top of everyone's list and why?
( , Thu 6 Oct 2011, 14:54)
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Tenuous, you say? Not even fucking close, you say? A fucking PEA, you say? Oh alright, then.
I was just 13, and my French exchange student chum was - in my eyes, at least - unutterably cool. He liked U2, could name several other bands, didn't smile when he had his photo taken, and could dance - boy could he dance! I could just about move from foot to foot, looking embarassed. He could spin 'round and do the robot and everything.
There was a disco in our little Somerset village hall, and we were allowed to go to it - oh joy! There would be, I told him, girls there. He just shrugged gallicly, and I said that we could probably get some cider as well, at which he shrugged, gallicly.
We got there, and the DJ was at the other end of the hall, the music was pumping, the bass line thumping, the lights were glowing and there were THREE girls, sitting at a table, near the DJ, near the speakers.
Well, obviously they needed chatting up, so we flipped a coin, and I lost.
Being English, and being a gentleman, I took a long swig of cider, and squared up to my duty.
I strode down the middle of the long hall towards the girls, the music pumping, the bass thumping, the lights glowing.
I got within shouting distance; the music pumping, the bass thumping. I knew I was in shouting distance, because one of the girls turned round and shouted
"No thanks."
( , Fri 7 Oct 2011, 13:30, 4 replies)
I was just 13, and my French exchange student chum was - in my eyes, at least - unutterably cool. He liked U2, could name several other bands, didn't smile when he had his photo taken, and could dance - boy could he dance! I could just about move from foot to foot, looking embarassed. He could spin 'round and do the robot and everything.
There was a disco in our little Somerset village hall, and we were allowed to go to it - oh joy! There would be, I told him, girls there. He just shrugged gallicly, and I said that we could probably get some cider as well, at which he shrugged, gallicly.
We got there, and the DJ was at the other end of the hall, the music was pumping, the bass line thumping, the lights were glowing and there were THREE girls, sitting at a table, near the DJ, near the speakers.
Well, obviously they needed chatting up, so we flipped a coin, and I lost.
Being English, and being a gentleman, I took a long swig of cider, and squared up to my duty.
I strode down the middle of the long hall towards the girls, the music pumping, the bass thumping, the lights glowing.
I got within shouting distance; the music pumping, the bass thumping. I knew I was in shouting distance, because one of the girls turned round and shouted
"No thanks."
( , Fri 7 Oct 2011, 13:30, 4 replies)
Reposting cunts, like you, aren't just ruining b3ta,
but are worse than a carcinogenic Hitler.
( , Fri 7 Oct 2011, 13:41, closed)
but are worse than a carcinogenic Hitler.
( , Fri 7 Oct 2011, 13:41, closed)
Lawks, Sir! You do know 'ow to flatter a girl, an' no mistake!
*flutters eyelashes*
( , Fri 7 Oct 2011, 13:44, closed)
*flutters eyelashes*
( , Fri 7 Oct 2011, 13:44, closed)
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