Thudd is a fannny lip

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comment by Mylo (U20111)
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Thudd is a fannny lip
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Wow Mylo.

Mylo stays filtered for life. Sorry that this hurts him

Harsh.


But fair.

Bye Felicia

Sorry just call it as I see it lads

A woman enters a café looking for someone, her head pivoting side to side. She spots a young man already seated and he rises up to call her over.
“Over here, Maren,” he calls and she hustles over.

“I haven’t seen you in over a year and the best you can do is a seat facing the wall. Oh Bert, how you…haven’t changed a bit,” Maren says, but she’s smiling. With Maren seated, Bert immediately begins to speak of his life’s happening over the past twelve months.

“Bert, I know I’ve told you before how delicious the café’s Tomato Basil soup is! Why won’t you ever order a bowl?”
“Maybe if you stopped pestering me about it, Maren, I’d try it. Besides, I know I’ve told you how Johnathan despises the smell of tomato anything, especially soup, since his unfortunate skunk incident. I can barely stand the stench myself! I refused to sleep next to him for an entire week.” Visibly piqued, Maren responds in turn.

“I know, I know. You’ve already told me that sad story except I remember a lot more emphasis on the fact that you didn’t get laid for the ENTIRE week.” When Maren looks up she notices Bert is looking past her. She turns in the direction of his stare.

“Oh my god, Maren! Don’t turn around and stare. You’ll catch their attention.” All Maren sees are two people eating lunch and gesticulating to one another. Not much different than her and Bert.
“Then why are you staring? Do you know them or something?”

“Maren, Jesus Christ, they’re holding hands across the table! Look at how close their legs are! They’re playing footsies. Ugh! I do that with Johnathan sometimes.”
“Yeah and I do that with Sascha, too. At least she doesn’t seem to mind it as much as you do…”

“That’s not the point at all! It’s a man and a woman. That’s so perverted!” Maren laughs, but there’s no real humor in her eyes.
“Geeze, Bert. I never pegged you as such a traditionalist.” Suddenly Bert doesn’t look so happy to be in Maren’s company.

“When it comes to heteros, any display of affection is too public. Think of the children!” Maren frowns at Bert and he shifts in his seat. “I feel like we should say something. You know if we don’t say something they may start thinking it’s acceptable to be so obvious in public.” Maren rolls her eyes, but ducks her head at the same moment so Bert doesn’t see.

“Who knows…”
“What’s up with you? Don’t you agree? Me, a traditionalist? I never would’ve guessed you a heterosxeualist.” Maren’s eyes widen at Bert’s insult.

“I just don’t see what the big deal is. Why can’t we just be happy with us and let them be happy with them, right? How would it feel if someone criticized you and Johnathan for being together?” Bert seemingly ignores Maren and continues talking.

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Me? Torquay? Never been there fella. I'm on the West Coast of Canada. Living it up like a prince.

Prince Rogers Nelson (June 7, 1958 – April 21, 2016) was an American singer, songwriter, musician, record producer, dancer, actor, and filmmaker. A guitar virtuoso known for his genre-crossing work, wide-ranging singing voice and flamboyant stage appearances, Prince is regarded as one of the greatest musicians of all time.

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it's finished.

she was going to go home with me in 20 minutes on Monday. but it's finished now.