A smart, well dressed man was sitting in the bar sipping Vodka after a long day at work.
She came along and sat next to him. They started talking. She was bloody hot. She asked him if he was single. He smiled, took a shot of Vodka and stretched her hand towards him. He took out a pen and wrote down a telephone number on her palm.
She came along and sat next to him. They started talking. She was bloody hot. She asked him if he was single. He smiled, took a shot of Vodka and stretched her hand towards him. He took out a pen and wrote down a telephone number on her palm.
She winked at him, and he could see anticipation and happiness in her eyes.
He got out of the seat, told her 'That's my girlfriend's number', and walked off.
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Shady!! =))
he finds his girlfriend dead next day. :P
..and the bloody hot girl turns up dead the day after. :P
The number is actually not hers, so none of it happens :-)
so ms. bloody hot stalks mr. smartWellDressed and finds out where his girlfriend lives. it isn't hard to get both their phone numbers, reports mr. smartWellDressed's mobile as stolen and gets a duplicate sim. eight hours later, when the girlfriend calls to say good morning, she is shocked to hear a steamy woman's voice on the other end........
seriously... what prompted this short, sharp and makes-for-nice-reading post, i wonder?
nice KLPD da... :D
Ex-Girlfriend. :P
An evil smile cracked up on her face. She took out her flip phone and called the number. 'Hello, This is Elle. Your boyfriend just gave me the best fuck of my life.' Not waiting for a reply, she hung up.
He came back home to find his girlfriend in a stern mood. 'Elle called and said you fucked her. I know we didnt discuss this, but I prefer exclusive.' He blinked. He smiled. He said, 'Elle is it? I didnt ask for her name. I haven't fucked her yet. You want to do it together?'
And thats Barney won the belt.
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