Nah but you can tell that tongue has been around many a penis. Taste wise if you must know was a combination of Richmond superkings, poor quality cocaine, and pure unfiltered shame. In taxi home now. Probs for best
Going out tonight and my mate says he's bringing along a semi-professional dominatrix for a couple of beers. Sounds like it could be fun so has anyone got any advice or first hand experience about how to approach the small talk ? Edit; Oh and apparently she's fit as f*ck as well and behind on her rent. Ps; My mates her Landlord
Tell her that the next time she sells me her used underwear, I expect skid marks all the way along the arse crack. Not just a brown dot. No wonder she’s struggling for money. Left her an awful Yelp review.
Apparently Miss Whiplash will now not be joining us. Fecking useless mate and he’s frigging late picking me up. May as well stay home and watch Wet Sham.