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The net's a big headache I need a bloke you see I search and search for hours But can't get one for free. I bought myself a web cam I thought I could chat and play But there wern't any blokie blokes Only the ones that were gay. Hang on! Who's this? It's a blokie figure He looks like me grandad But me grandad's thinner. Says his name is Bertie Asks if I'm into leather Then said I was a bore We wouldn't be good together. Oh wait! I must be dreaming I see a tanned Blokee I smile at his picture He smiles back at me. He speaks , I can't hear him He hears, but can't see I think my PCs broken Why does it happen to me? I think I'm in love I hope he feels the same Oh **** my PCs crashed And I never got his name. © Hazel
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 3:31 PM UTC
THE NET
The net's a big headache I need a bloke you see I search and search for hours But can't get one for free. I bought myself a web cam I thought I could chat and play But there wern't any blokie blokes Only the ones that were gay. Hang on! Who's this? It's a blokie figure He looks like me grandad But me grandad's thinner. Says his name is Bertie Asks if I'm into leather Then said I was a bore We wouldn't be good together. Oh wait! I must be dreaming I see a tanned Blokee I smile at his picture He smiles back at me. He speaks , I can't hear him He hears, but can't see I think my PCs broken Why does it happen to me? I think I'm in love I hope he feels the same Oh **** my PCs crashed And I never got his name. © Hazel
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hazel-connelly
68/F/English
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 3:31 PM UTC
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