I shaved off my curely wurlys and checked my knickers weren't crunchie as I fancied a marathon with a guy from mars. He arrived on a double decker as he was short of a wagon wheel on his truck. We gave it a twirl but the bounty he had promised me turned out to be a finger of fudge, so I called a time out and filled the milk tray for the kit kat. |
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By *emmefataleWoman
over a year ago
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"I shaved off my curely wurlys and checked my knickers weren't crunchie as I fancied a marathon with a guy from mars. He arrived on a double decker as he was short of a wagon wheel on his truck. We gave it a twirl but the bounty he had promised me turned out to be a finger of fudge, so I called a time out and filled the milk tray for the kit kat."
was all this after eight?
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I had a quality, street meet today. He was a Turkish Delight, I have no idea what he said to me but as we HobNobbed beneath the Milky Way just after eight, I realized he was a flake! "Time out" I said, |
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Tried to talk a young turkish lady called freda into letting me get into her snickers last night. Wispa'd nice things in her ear, Stroked her bubbly's and let my hand wander south!
Suddenly I felt what seemed to be a banana!! Fruit? And nuts? Omg - the young lady was no lady! Freda was in fact 'freddo'!! Timeout!!!!
With a sudden boost of energy I ran away across the crunchie gravel of the car park, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a double decker.
What a night! It was well after eight, I was Like a drifter wandering the city's quality streets, popping into some starbars looking for anyone fun sized to enjoy a little rolo in the sack, but without a dime it was hopeless!
With no success and figuring I'd tried the whole galaxy I gave up, deciding that since my Turkish delight had turned out to be a total lion bastard I'd go home, twirl my curly wirly, revel in some self abuse - and next time avoid the Turks and maybe go for a Malteser instead!
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