I bet you call yourself 'the Studmeister' or something and on your weekends you hang around pubs where 16 year olds go and you think you've pulled when a drunk teenager lets you buy her a cheeky vimto
But then she goes back to her mates and laughs and you're left in your room in your mother's house, wanking and crying into the bin trying not to let the tears become outright sobs, as your reflection in the mirror looks back at you and wonders where your life has gone and maybe it's time to reach for the antique handgun you bought in Amsterdam that you keep under the bed
( Theoban What of it, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 10:48, 2 replies)

^This^

( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 12:19, closed)

how?
do you know about the handgun and where i got it from?
(phils1969, Mon 12 Jul 2010, 11:41, closed)