But it seems that a fair few of you, er, gentlemen would rather believe that than face up to the fact that you're just not being fancied!
Yet again, in the pub last night, I had to face that same, tired scenario of a failed, piss-poor chat-up turning into aspersions upon my sexuality.
Makes me quite angry!
I think it's time to get a tee-shirt made up that bears this title across the top of it, with the added note 'Though I'd still rather sleep with a fat hairy bean-flicker than a minger like you!'
That ought to do it!
Coming Back With Front.
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Good grief, this thing is still here? Doesn't Blogger ever put it's rubbish
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6 years ago
4 comments:
Oh come on. Have you never thought of dipping your toe in the, er, water?
Do you need anyone to come and measure you up for that tee-shirt?
(Note to self: Add this to little book of great chat-up lines)
Your best bet would be to try it Richard, and get it out of your system. It worked for me.
I remember this nice looking fella, in Franks Nightclub, a while ago, saying "Christmas comes but once a year, I come twice a night."
I told him that he looked like he'd need to.
I can't help thinking I'd have made a much bigger impact had he actually said that to me, not the girl standing next to me. Cow!
Poor old Santa. He only ever gets to empty his sack once a year, and then it's down a chimney.
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