After that feast of anti - football yesterday afternoon I decided to get away from it all.
I went on a date and my companion asked me if I wanted to 'go Dutch' on the restaurant bill.
So I raked my studs down her chest, called the waiter a wanker and then left in tears.
I went on a date and my companion asked me if I wanted to 'go Dutch' on the restaurant bill.
So I raked my studs down her chest, called the waiter a wanker and then left in tears.
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