We're not talking about some pasty skinned flake playing Ed Sheeran songs round at his mates parents house dude. Classy Jazz in the lounge of a swanky hotel with equally classy ladies in a little black dress having champagne brought to them by a waiter in a dickie bow ****in magic tricks
Just sayin it's lame way to get pussy and there always that guy who carry a guitar everywhere playing wonder fuking wall to get some minge
Mate his Mrs is a vegan lesbian and he's got the fuking thing a week ago.... Playing Silent night ain't getting him any pussy
Saying that mind if Susan Boyle walked in to my hotel and started impressing me in any way whatsoever, I still wouldn't want to buck her.