Just been in the US for a week on business. Flew home Friday, twelve hour flight, arrived home jet lagged, mono syballic but horny and not even a fkin look in.
I'm really fed up to be honest. Anyway, wake up in the morning, Saturday, and think game on.....she says her back hurts, blah blah.
Pour vino down her neck over the weekend, fck all. she's always like this when I've been away for a while, like Ive got to prove my love or something because I've been away
I'm cool with the love thing. But I'll tell you, if I don't blow my bags soon I'm going to fck some random bird right up the Gary Glitter.
Feel better now I've said it.