On my way to Sainsburys yesterday, I stopped at traffic lights behind one of those trendy jeep-type things. Lime-green, open-topped, wide-wheels, personalised number-plate. And written on the bottom of the number plate were these words: MY OTHER TOY HAS TITS.
I looked at the car and at the balding, middle-aged driver in his white wrap-round sunglasses, and thought, 'Gee, I really envy your girlfriend.'
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8 comments:
His other toy must be a poodle.
What a wally!! [So glad I can get into your blog again, Liz.]
The really sad part is that there are more of these riding around the countryside.
Someone should let the air out of his tires.
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jmb
Geezers like that ought to be put out to pasture. Don't you often wonder if they have to brag about something so publicly there must be some deep insecurities somewhere? Hmmmmm...don't think I want to go THERE, tho. Ick.
When they have to advertise, Liz...usually they don't have it! ;)
Or, perhaps, elsie...he has a cow for a toy!
So effectively he's saying his jeep is a tit-less wonder?
For these kinds of guys, we have a rhyme in German :-
"Früher hatte er eine forsche Pimmel,
jetzt hat er eine Porsche Fimmel"
Non-rhyming translation :-
"He used to have an adventurous penis,
Now he has a tic about Porsches"
Best avoided like the plague - two years of online dating taught me how to spot these types - an indefinable skill that I had to cultivate quick before another one got me - Pete was obviously gorgeous from the outset and still is, another two years later!
He has a rubber doll, very realistic
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