“You alright, darlin’?”
“I’m not your darling.”
“Ooh, a feisty one.
Ok, do you want a drink, mate?”
“Are you crazy?”
“It’s been said before.”
“I should call you Wacko.”
“What? Like Michael?”
“Hey! Don’t be rude about
the King of Pop.”
“Nah, I had all his records.
Bad was my favourite —
***** Diana’... what a song!”
“Yeah, that was incredible.”
“Still is, darlin’.”
“You’re funny.”
“Handsome, too?”
“I guess so.”
“What say we bolt this joint
and head back to mine?”
“You’re a charmer.
Yeah, let’s go.”
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
“You alright, darlin’?”
“I’m not your darling.”
“Ooh, a feisty one.
Ok, do you want a drink, mate?”
“Are you crazy?”
“It’s been said before.”
“I should call you Wacko.”
“What? Like Michael?”
“Hey! Don’t be rude about
the King of Pop.”
“Nah, I had all his records.
Bad was my favourite —
***** Diana’... what a song!”
“Yeah, that was incredible.”
“Still is, darlin’.”
“You’re funny.”
“Handsome, too?”
“I guess so.”
“What say we bolt this joint
and head back to mine?”
“You’re a charmer.
Yeah, let’s go.”
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