Closing time...
Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2026 10:00 am
It was closing time at the pub, so I took a shot at the fat bird that'd been eating crisps at the end of the bar.
I asked her if she wanted to go back to my place, and said I had a few bags of crisps in the pantry.
She said no; I wasn't her type.
You have no idea
I asked her if she wanted to go back to my place, and said I had a few bags of crisps in the pantry.
She said no; I wasn't her type.
You have no idea
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