Never too late to take out that miniskirt and put it on again.
I never said it was my miniskirt...
Some men in London are really disgusting. I've been touched inappropriately twice by random gross men already and both times I was not even in a club.
Were you still wearing the miniskirt from after your tennis session, all translucent and soaked with sweat, clinging to your firm and perky buttocks, cheeks still pink from the effort, slightly still out of breath, moaning every now and then? Because even if not an acceptable approach, it might have something to do with that...
Not good, George.
That said, I can't finish my readings.
Not good. Eat more leafy greens.
It's played on ice indoors. This is what Montreal looks like these days...