When I saw my mum the other night she told me my hair was too short and I didn’t look like a 30yo man. Sounds like my mum has picked up a very familiar naff cheesy gay chat up line.
My lovely yet typically French mate Christophe called me up asking whether I fancied a trip to Paris this weekend (as he had a free spare ticket). Had to think long and hard about whether I wanted to sacrifice my trip round to Paedo P’s house party in Mottingham (that’s deep dark SE London before all you folks start looking it up on streetmap) tomorrow evening for a free trip out of London. Seven seconds later I responded with I’ll meet you tomorrow at Waterloo station at 1pm.
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1 comment:
So how was gay Paris? What did you do? Did Christophe have a club night on? Spill le beans! Preferably with pics so we can see your short hair and decide how young it makes you look.
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