The "Freeola Customer Forum" forum, which includes Retro Game Reviews, has been archived and is now read-only. You cannot post here or create a new thread or review on this forum.
So I go to the kitchen for a fag, come back and there are the 2 girls in my office (you might after a few pints) plus 3 from upstairs.
I walk in and they all have their tops hoisted to their necks comparing bras and boob sizes.
"Dont mind me" says I, sitting down to sort out a fax.
And they carry on talking about their sizes ranging from C to DD.
"Poor Goaty, he has to put up with this" says one
"Yeah, it's sad" says I "I totally dont pay attention to 5 women in their bras, comparing each other and touching"
Goddamn I love my life.
And the amusing part? This is 100%, strike-me-down-dead-otherwise true.
I'm off to the kitchen again.
I walk in and they all have their tops hoisted to their necks comparing bras and boob sizes.
"Dont mind me" says I, sitting down to sort out a fax.
And they carry on talking about their sizes ranging from C to DD.
"Poor Goaty, he has to put up with this" says one
"Yeah, it's sad" says I "I totally dont pay attention to 5 women in their bras, comparing each other and touching"
Goddamn I love my life.
And the amusing part? This is 100%, strike-me-down-dead-otherwise true.
I'm off to the kitchen again.
Page:
I hanging around with the wrong women.
So I go to the kitchen for a fag, come back and there are the 2 girls in my office (you might after a few pints) plus 3 from upstairs.
I walk in and they all have their tops hoisted to their necks comparing bras and boob sizes.
"Dont mind me" says I, sitting down to sort out a fax.
And they carry on talking about their sizes ranging from C to DD.
"Poor Goaty, he has to put up with this" says one
"Yeah, it's sad" says I "I totally dont pay attention to 5 women in their bras, comparing each other and touching"
Goddamn I love my life.
And the amusing part? This is 100%, strike-me-down-dead-otherwise true.
I'm off to the kitchen again.
I walk in and they all have their tops hoisted to their necks comparing bras and boob sizes.
"Dont mind me" says I, sitting down to sort out a fax.
And they carry on talking about their sizes ranging from C to DD.
"Poor Goaty, he has to put up with this" says one
"Yeah, it's sad" says I "I totally dont pay attention to 5 women in their bras, comparing each other and touching"
Goddamn I love my life.
And the amusing part? This is 100%, strike-me-down-dead-otherwise true.
I'm off to the kitchen again.
Page: