In his youth my little brother spent so much time sowing his wild oats he was rarely seen perpendicular.
He had one line; "would you like a fuck love?" I'm sure some of you can imagine the type of debutante on which that line worked, and the kind of establishment in which he was considered a bit of a sophisticate and charmer..
ME? Jealous as stink of course. If I tried that line, all I got was a drink poured over my head or a belt across the ear. I guess it's all in the delivery.
He had one line; "would you like a fuck love?" I'm sure some of you can imagine the type of debutante on which that line worked, and the kind of establishment in which he was considered a bit of a sophisticate and charmer..
ME? Jealous as stink of course. If I tried that line, all I got was a drink poured over my head or a belt across the ear. I guess it's all in the delivery.
