Blind Date
"Sure!", he shouts excitedly.
Granny begins to clap and the young boy pulls the sofa to the side of the room.
Oh Oh, what did you get yourself into? Mr. Smith cracks his knuckles and takes off his stained white undershirt.
Before you know it, you are on your back and being bent into ways that you didn't know possible. Mr. Smith's body odour is excrutiating as he jumps and pulls you all over the place.
Finally, sweaty and out of breath, he lets you go and smiles at you.
"Ha! The old man's still the champ! You ain't too bad, runt. Whaddya say we go out for a couple of drinks? Find you a REAL woman?"
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Granny begins to clap and the young boy pulls the sofa to the side of the room.
Oh Oh, what did you get yourself into? Mr. Smith cracks his knuckles and takes off his stained white undershirt.
Before you know it, you are on your back and being bent into ways that you didn't know possible. Mr. Smith's body odour is excrutiating as he jumps and pulls you all over the place.
Finally, sweaty and out of breath, he lets you go and smiles at you.
"Ha! The old man's still the champ! You ain't too bad, runt. Whaddya say we go out for a couple of drinks? Find you a REAL woman?"
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