My jaw still hurts, that bitch had a tight right hook.
So, having mastered the art of pick up lines that get you smacked...
"So, what do you say you come back to my place for a little sleep over I'll bring the peanut butter if you bring the collie."
"I know you like it, you like getting nasty, four legged nasty, LASSIE COME HOME BABY!"
...Will apparently get you decked.
Which supports my theory that the average woman doesn't want to get fucked by a dog. There's no need to thank me. I feel it's my solemn duty to conduct these invaluable experiments for the betterment of human kind. Besides, there's no goth clubs within a hundred miles, I have to find some way to make these whitbread bars interesting. But what I'm really wondering is why she still gave me her phone number? What a freak.
"So, what do you say you come back to my place for a little sleep over I'll bring the peanut butter if you bring the collie."
"I know you like it, you like getting nasty, four legged nasty, LASSIE COME HOME BABY!"
...Will apparently get you decked.
Which supports my theory that the average woman doesn't want to get fucked by a dog. There's no need to thank me. I feel it's my solemn duty to conduct these invaluable experiments for the betterment of human kind. Besides, there's no goth clubs within a hundred miles, I have to find some way to make these whitbread bars interesting. But what I'm really wondering is why she still gave me her phone number? What a freak.