JT
06-04-05, 10:25 AM
OK. There I was, in a hotel in Shropshire, after a wedding reception. The wedding reception is a different story. But needless to say there were lots of 82 year old grannies dancing to the crazy frog.
Im there with my girlfriend, whos cousin got married. So the line to me was pretty thin. Infact I knew nobody.
But anyway we get back to the hotel, pissed as two or three nutes. I order a Lemon marange pie from room service. I dare the mrs to answer the dorr stark bollock naked. Nothing but a pair of high heels.
So there she is naked, but a pair of black high heels. The door rings, she answers it. A little fat bloke, who kind of looks like tubby Bob walks in.
She, naked shows him to the table where to put it. Im on the net chating on icq.
He doesnt bat an eyelid, I guess they see it all the time :takethat: :drink:
Im there with my girlfriend, whos cousin got married. So the line to me was pretty thin. Infact I knew nobody.
But anyway we get back to the hotel, pissed as two or three nutes. I order a Lemon marange pie from room service. I dare the mrs to answer the dorr stark bollock naked. Nothing but a pair of high heels.
So there she is naked, but a pair of black high heels. The door rings, she answers it. A little fat bloke, who kind of looks like tubby Bob walks in.
She, naked shows him to the table where to put it. Im on the net chating on icq.
He doesnt bat an eyelid, I guess they see it all the time :takethat: :drink: