Tell me about it. Why the **** would she think I wanted to spend an evening talking about stuff with her? Thought we were past all that nonesense. I just battered the wine to dull the pain and ended up falling asleep. Then she complained in the morning that I fell asleep when she was wanting her hole. Wimmin.
If she wanted her hole that bad, she would've dished oot a gammy while you were sleeping - guaranteed piefiller if you wake up
Apparently I was out cold. Woke up about 4 in the morning freezing in the dark. She didny even put my blanky over me.
You's wimmin need to learn that we're interested in what goes on between yer legs but are not at all interested in what goes on between yer ears. Talkin fur **** sake. If I want a conversation I'll nip doon the pub.
Out of ****in nowhere she suddenly decides I have an interest in what goes on in her life. Must be one of her ****in pals puttin ideas in her heid.
I think I hear a bell tolling in the distance... "Chat with him this weekend over a drink...if he goes straight for your hole or crashes out **** him off" "Aye, I'll do that" Let is know if your keys still work later
It sounds to me like she's sussing out how you feel about her. I know you probably think she knows the script, but I think she's having doubts..or maybe she's had an offer from elsewhere and wanted to gauge your opinion on certain things. And what does Gambol do? Falls a ****ing sleep
I think we've already established that he paid for her titjob. I should think Gambol would want a return on his investment...
