Or as Mark Grace calls them “Slumpbusters”
I couldn’t do it. As a rule, I don’t sleep with a girls I wouldn’t be seen in public with.
Lesson learned today: “If your buddy is not scoring, it is not worth the time keeping the other girl occupied (unless she is good looking, which was not the case), just go for the good looking one or search for a new girl otherwise it is a waste of time and none of you is getting any nooky from the British tourists”
And I liked the face of the bouncer after he said “you are not coming in, private party” and all and we were in the club only 10 min and one phone call later… You have to love the city.
(Oh this was not the bragging thread? Sorry!)
PS: Why is it that if two girls are dancing on the bar, they get free drinks but when I try something similar I would get kicked out of the bar?
You guys suck, ‘sea hag’? I need to see naked pics of everyone on this thread to tell if the ‘fat chick’ is actually doing YOU a favour.
LOL are there still any Bullies you DON’T have nude pics of?
deafening silence
“I can only express confusion bordering on alarm.”
…but…but…she told me I was special.
The last fat chick I fucked was definitely doing me a favor. She was good enough not to laugh at me and she was pretty hot. I’ve known “hot chicks” who fit the sea-hag profile.
And anyway, that was a beowulf reference you illiterate harpy. You might get a nekkid pic when I get a pic of your bookshelf. And no, that’s not a euphemism.
if im good looking enough to be in a calendar im good looking enough to call someone a sea hag and get away with it
http://www.shinyhappyhead.com/ugly_calendar.htm
be my guest there, Bernard.
You bastard.
She says that to all the Bullies.
Illiterate harpy? Take that back right now!
Picture of my bookshelf:
Oh Sochin, I’m returning the books you lent me. Thanks:
More figurines than books.
Why am I not surprised.
A book in bed vs. a figurine in bed. Hmmm, tough choice.
No problem.
They had the desired effect? They broadened your vocabulary past the normal “Oi, mate, how about you ram your snag in my noonoo”?
I’m sure you now hang out the window of the ubiquitous pink stretch limo hollering:
“Sir, I find your pants barely contain your manliness; indeed, they appear to be straining under the pressure of what I can only assume is passionate ardour. I wonder, sir, if you might be wont to disport yourself about my bedchamber, and perhaps take a refreshing and invigorating swim in my liquescent feminine centre?”
Depends on the shape of the figurine, I’m thinking.
Why is your bookshelf so empty?