Filled with hope that a strapping
young lad with strong arms and a good face would be a dating potential, she was
fairly excited when he sent her an initial follow up text. Oh, the
disappointment that lay ahead:
Tim Nice-But-Dim: Hey
how are you?
Tits: Fine thanks.
Am having a very exciting night in,
cleaning the oven.
Tim: Do you want to
come for a drink if you can drag yourself away from the oven?
Tits: (bearing in mind that it is currently 8:45 pm) Er well I have oven cleaner in my hair and
shite from the oven all over my arms, so not feeling too fresh. Why, where are
you like? (Please be aware , Tits
McGee is northern…)
Tim: What do you mean?
Tits: Like, where are you? Are you out?
Tim: In Vauxhall
chilling out, watching Magnum Force.
Tits: Oh a classic! I
forgot to ask, is that where you live?
Tim: Yes.
Riiiiiiiiight. Might be time to delete that number methinks
McGee!
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