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I met a chick on the weekend, friend of a friend set-up. Love these types of SMS when you're at a BBQ "What's doin Bose, come down to the New Albury, got a friend of Dee's here that wants to pick up someone. C u in one".
Dragged her back to my place (got nothing, hoping it's in the post though), and she says this 9.30 on Sunday morning...
Vagina: "I better get going home, all my relo's will be waiting for me"
Me: "How come"
V: "It's my birthday today and we're having a family breakfast".
Woulda loved to have seen the look on her Nan's face when she rocked in there at 10am wearing the clothes she wore the night before. For interests sake, the rest of the convo went something like this...
Me: "What are you turning?"
V: "19. How old are you?"
Me: "I better get you home then".
Hooked up a date on Saturday night, but what the hell do I talk to someone about who's 8 years younger than me? Jesus. I might be out of my depth here. I've made a deal with god as this may be my last chance with a 19 year old that i don't have to pay for...
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What's easier to believe: that a guy was born without sex in the manner of several Greek demigods and grew up to be able to transmute liquids and alter his body density yet couldn't escape government execution, or that three freemasons in a vehicle made with aluminum foil in an era before digital technology escaped our atmosphere, landing on the moon, broadcasted from there, and then flew back without burning up?
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