We went out last night, and my girlfriend spent more time getting ready than we spent drinking. Twenty outfits later we left with her still unhappy with her choice of clothes, and our main topic of conversation was how unhappy she was with the way she was dressed. Well, we did talk a lot about people we knew that we'd like to fuck. I on the under hand found some clothes thrown on my bedroom floor, stuck my head under the tap and walked out the door with my pants still open. And the picture?..Therapy for that last one!!
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