Our pal Freddie Woo says: Climbing into the back seat of the car, she sat on a fortnight-old bag of food shopping I had completely forgotten about. The stench of a bag of bean sprouts popping open is a real passion-killer, I can tell you for nothing. Tell us about the shag you didn't have because you blew it.
(, Thu 22 May 2014, 14:01)
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It's ok. It really is. You don't have to manufacture a pretend world where you're a sexy hybrid of Hugh Hefner, Peter Stringfellow and Dean Gaffney.
It will all work out in the end. Someone will love you for you.
Put the book down.
(, Sat 24 May 2014, 11:27, 2 replies)
Charming? No
Charismatic? No
Leathery, obnoxious and fuckwitted? Yes.
Get your hands out of your minge.
(, Sun 25 May 2014, 18:28, closed)
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