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I were looking for a new love
in the local classified and there she was, in column 3, “G.S.O.H., blue eyed, enjoys most sports and dining out as well as quiet nights at home” and when added to her statistical merits well, I simply had to phone, so I left my message after the bleep saying “I’m looking for a blonde and although our interests differ slightly, I’m still sure that you’ll be fond of my superior sexual prowess and my muscular physique and my more than average middle wicket that’s been known to make girls weak but, for now, I’ve got a crowd waiting so I’ll really have to go, but just make sure you get in touch an’ I’ll make your juices flow”. Well I waited with anticipation and several days went by and then came this scented envelope and enclosed was her reply which, I can’t repeat in public but, believe me when I say that to read it was an education and now I only pray that, she never traces my address ‘cos, it’s a bit beyond a joke, when ‘Chris’ who’s wearing ‘Double Ds’ turns out to be a bloke! |
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