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O but my quest for love (or at least some hot ***** *** has been a hard road, harder than gravel, but finally I was pretty sure that Eros' arrow had scored a ******* bullseye as I re-read the fifteen page email of concentrated vile **** and obscenity from the fabulously gorgeous teenage triplets who were enamoured of me and my open crotch photos; certainly the accompanying attachments of filth and sisterly depravity boded well for our meeting, a picnic in the park. My wildest dreams were exceeded as I saw them waiting in their half-nude beauty and, after a few bottles of champagne and a crate of oysters (their treat), they carried me off, cackling like sex-mad hens, to their waiting chauffeur-driven Rolls-Royce to take me to their promised penthouse pad for a nuit d'amour never to be forgotten; "Where are we going girls?" I enquired and how I screamed when they answered Scunthorpe.
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
Almost Certainly the Worst Internet Date so far
O but my quest for love (or at least some hot ***** *** has been a hard road, harder than gravel, but finally I was pretty sure that Eros' arrow had scored a ******* bullseye as I re-read the fifteen page email of concentrated vile **** and obscenity from the fabulously gorgeous teenage triplets who were enamoured of me and my open crotch photos; certainly the accompanying attachments of filth and sisterly depravity boded well for our meeting, a picnic in the park. My wildest dreams were exceeded as I saw them waiting in their half-nude beauty and, after a few bottles of champagne and a crate of oysters (their treat), they carried me off, cackling like sex-mad hens, to their waiting chauffeur-driven Rolls-Royce to take me to their promised penthouse pad for a nuit d'amour never to be forgotten; "Where are we going girls?" I enquired and how I screamed when they answered Scunthorpe.
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
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