and she'd flounced in to find you in bed getting humped by Gaz from the fish counter in waitroses, you'd have a bevvy of stock excuses right up your non-existent sleeve. Kate would swallow it in an instant, f**k off and fix you a stiff one and blow you to sleep after the football. Job done.
Posted By: Tombs, Oct 27, 22:24:46
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