then she went home and i said ello to my mates, smoked a joint on me neibours bonnet and went back indoors
Really Sexy fruit machine player girl...
i pulled a fit bird, went back to the council estste, came out in the morning to the thugs outside smoking weed on the street sitting on other people's cars and whatever...
then she went home and i said ello to my mates, smoked a joint on me neibours bonnet and went back indoors
then she went home and i said ello to my mates, smoked a joint on me neibours bonnet and went back indoors
condoms... ribbed for her pleasure! turn it inside out and its ribbed for my pleasure
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I take a break from the fruits to go with a mate to view a few flats as he's thinking of buying for the first time.
The estate agent turns up. A girl, 26 years old and 5'11" with legs up to her earholes. Absolutely stunning!
Everything about her says sex. the looks, voice, eyes - everything.
We leave my mates' car at the first flat and travel in her BMW to view some more. after twenty minutes, she gets a phone call to say a neighbour is complaining that my mates' car is blocking his exit, so we head back in her car. She drives bloody quick and a little erratic. "Don't worry" she says, "I've been driving ten years in London and I'm used to it".
We get there and we see the guy is not happy. She says that she'll difuse the situation as she's good at this sort of thing. She said she'll say it's her car so my mate gives her his keys and off she goes to drive it out of the rather tight driveway.
We watch her reversing out then CRUNCH!
She's smacked the wall and half-ripped the bumper off!!
Obviously she's full of apologies while I've just got my hands over my face trying to decide whether to laugh or cringe.
It's an Alfa Romeo so I'm reckoning it's gonna be a bit of a big bill.
Never felt so sorry for someone in all my life.
The estate agent turns up. A girl, 26 years old and 5'11" with legs up to her earholes. Absolutely stunning!
Everything about her says sex. the looks, voice, eyes - everything.
We leave my mates' car at the first flat and travel in her BMW to view some more. after twenty minutes, she gets a phone call to say a neighbour is complaining that my mates' car is blocking his exit, so we head back in her car. She drives bloody quick and a little erratic. "Don't worry" she says, "I've been driving ten years in London and I'm used to it".
We get there and we see the guy is not happy. She says that she'll difuse the situation as she's good at this sort of thing. She said she'll say it's her car so my mate gives her his keys and off she goes to drive it out of the rather tight driveway.
We watch her reversing out then CRUNCH!
She's smacked the wall and half-ripped the bumper off!!
Obviously she's full of apologies while I've just got my hands over my face trying to decide whether to laugh or cringe.
It's an Alfa Romeo so I'm reckoning it's gonna be a bit of a big bill.
Never felt so sorry for someone in all my life.
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Burn To Earn
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cheers mateNot the worst looking bloke though, I guess...
I take it this was Park Royal yer?she is a lovely gal, i had a good chance till she found out what i did for a living. just my driver now though. cant believe they took that hall away, and bexlyheath one, although thats turned up somewhere else about 120 miles away...
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Burn To Earn
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Maybe he is down there for the Indy Skulls on Platform 5 of London Bridge Station?
He certainly doesn't stick exclusively to Nottingham.
How are you finding your stay on Fruitchat? Good? Bad? Bloop? Indifferent?
Just in case you are wondering, someone has popped a DonD button on a HOF near Northampton.
It was full and I got on the board with my first couple of farthings. I got the phones and went to press the button. I was on melons (3d) at the time. Oh yeah I had life on the 3b. BANG! BANG! RATATATATATATATATATTATATATTATATATTATATATTATATATATTATATTA! I JABBED THE BUTTON!
JABBA JABBA JABBA BANG BANG BANG BANG THUD BANG!
The button was inactive, so I told Julian.
"Blast!" exclaimed Julian to Dick.
"Some absolute rotter has popped the button. How jolly unsporting old boy" replied Dick, "I say Ann, can you help us out of this scrape?"
It turned out Ann was not much help, but she had packed some ginger beer and jam sandwiches which the gang where jolly glad to wolf down as the prices in the Roadchef Stoppa Shoppa Ploppa where fucking extortionate!
"Absolute sham this old boy!" moaned Dick, "A bottle of Sprite costs Two shillings and sixpense"
Timmy the dog jumped up and had a good old lick of the button.
"I don't think that will help" giggled Ann, "even M*** from Croydon would be stumped without that button"
"That blasted Matteo from ******n" interjected George vocally, "although he's not as bad as that Shaun who has the cheek to drive his van up to The Megabowl and check all the boxes after he's finished on that dial."
Timmy the dog whined and cowered opposite, by the £70 Dream Factory.
"I say!" said Julian, "We should cut out the bottom of that gash piece of shit, Dream Factory and make it into a Kennel for Timmy"
"Wizard idea!" shrilled Ann, excited.
"I'll get my angle grinder" expostulated Dick as he made his way back towards the parking area, where his bicycle and saddle bags where located.
Dick soon returned and Ann offered to start the grinding.
"Absolutely not, this is a job for a man, stand aside young lady."
With that there was a terrific grinding noise and then an alarm sounded whilst Smart Water(TM) poured down from the heavens.
"Lordy! Lousy British weather we're having" ejaculated Julian vigourously.
Soon the team had struck gold and Timmy the dog had a brand new Kennel.
"Spiffing idea" said George "absolutely blooping spiffing idea Dick"
With that, the five and dog sat down and enjoyed the cooling Smart Water as they lay in the untold Riches. That was until Mr. Goon the policeman arrived.
He looked red in the face, and rather hot and bothered.
"'ello 'ello 'ello, what's going on here then? Just as well this is Southbound and not Northbound as it's mostly downhill from Watford Gap and this bicycle chain needs oiling."
Anne turned on her charm and within minutes Mr. Goon was eating jam sandwiches, drenched in Smart Water and quenching his thirst with ginger beer, sharing some anecdotes with the five.
"....and THAT is how I am millions of pounds up on bonus roulette on those HD Itboxes."
"Well Mr. Goon, that is jolly bloody jolly hockey sticks interesting and all that, but we are now off to the seaside to crack an international smuggling ring and get locked in a lighthouse. Cheerio!"
Anyway I went higher than that 3 and it killed me, so I just collected.
One farthing up.
He certainly doesn't stick exclusively to Nottingham.
How are you finding your stay on Fruitchat? Good? Bad? Bloop? Indifferent?
Just in case you are wondering, someone has popped a DonD button on a HOF near Northampton.
It was full and I got on the board with my first couple of farthings. I got the phones and went to press the button. I was on melons (3d) at the time. Oh yeah I had life on the 3b. BANG! BANG! RATATATATATATATATATTATATATTATATATTATATATTATATATATTATATTA! I JABBED THE BUTTON!
JABBA JABBA JABBA BANG BANG BANG BANG THUD BANG!
The button was inactive, so I told Julian.
"Blast!" exclaimed Julian to Dick.
"Some absolute rotter has popped the button. How jolly unsporting old boy" replied Dick, "I say Ann, can you help us out of this scrape?"
It turned out Ann was not much help, but she had packed some ginger beer and jam sandwiches which the gang where jolly glad to wolf down as the prices in the Roadchef Stoppa Shoppa Ploppa where fucking extortionate!
"Absolute sham this old boy!" moaned Dick, "A bottle of Sprite costs Two shillings and sixpense"
Timmy the dog jumped up and had a good old lick of the button.
"I don't think that will help" giggled Ann, "even M*** from Croydon would be stumped without that button"
"That blasted Matteo from ******n" interjected George vocally, "although he's not as bad as that Shaun who has the cheek to drive his van up to The Megabowl and check all the boxes after he's finished on that dial."
Timmy the dog whined and cowered opposite, by the £70 Dream Factory.
"I say!" said Julian, "We should cut out the bottom of that gash piece of shit, Dream Factory and make it into a Kennel for Timmy"
"Wizard idea!" shrilled Ann, excited.
"I'll get my angle grinder" expostulated Dick as he made his way back towards the parking area, where his bicycle and saddle bags where located.
Dick soon returned and Ann offered to start the grinding.
"Absolutely not, this is a job for a man, stand aside young lady."
With that there was a terrific grinding noise and then an alarm sounded whilst Smart Water(TM) poured down from the heavens.
"Lordy! Lousy British weather we're having" ejaculated Julian vigourously.
Soon the team had struck gold and Timmy the dog had a brand new Kennel.
"Spiffing idea" said George "absolutely blooping spiffing idea Dick"
With that, the five and dog sat down and enjoyed the cooling Smart Water as they lay in the untold Riches. That was until Mr. Goon the policeman arrived.
He looked red in the face, and rather hot and bothered.
"'ello 'ello 'ello, what's going on here then? Just as well this is Southbound and not Northbound as it's mostly downhill from Watford Gap and this bicycle chain needs oiling."
Anne turned on her charm and within minutes Mr. Goon was eating jam sandwiches, drenched in Smart Water and quenching his thirst with ginger beer, sharing some anecdotes with the five.
"....and THAT is how I am millions of pounds up on bonus roulette on those HD Itboxes."
"Well Mr. Goon, that is jolly bloody jolly hockey sticks interesting and all that, but we are now off to the seaside to crack an international smuggling ring and get locked in a lighthouse. Cheerio!"
Anyway I went higher than that 3 and it killed me, so I just collected.
One farthing up.
JG
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Burn To Earn
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