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Post by stammer/head on Dec 18, 2022 1:04:40 GMT
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Post by Flying Monkeys (Flying/Monkeys on Dec 18, 2022 7:38:08 GMT
I remember the Cambridge college of arts and technology. Oh my, some seriously hot girls there. One of whom took a very marvellous interest in me while wearing heels and a basque at a house party. She was. I was groping her up in the shed out the back while her boyfriend was smoking weed inside. Gorgeous looking and a perfect body.
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Post by Flying Monkeys (Flying/Monkeys on Dec 18, 2022 7:45:54 GMT
Her name was Catherine. And when I next went round to see her at the agreed time, her housemate told me that her stupid boyfriend had come around to surprise take her out for her birthday. So I was left standing in the path with a bottle of wine in my sad little Threshers bag on a cold November evening while he got to feel up this stunning girl. Bah.
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Post by Flying Monkeys (Flying/Monkeys on Dec 18, 2022 7:58:21 GMT
Actually, two years earlier I'd had a thing with one of her friends. Can't remember her name but she was fit as well. We both fancied the shit out of each other but one of my [supposed] friends told her I wasn't interested so she stopped coming around. I only found out about this two years later when we bumped into each other at a bop. She was doing a conga while my friend and I were sitting up on a wall and all I heard was her shouting my name - fucking hell! I thought, it's [can't remember her name]. So she told me about my [supposed] friend and I told her how much I fancied her.
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Post by yggdrasil on Dec 18, 2022 9:59:44 GMT
Well, without going into my adolescent fumblings, I would just say, I like Searle, tend to see him as part of a threesome of cartoonists and satirists alongside Scarfe and my personal favourite favourite the great Ralph Steadman, whose collection I own and who is most famously known as the illustrator'friend/foil of Hunter S.Thompson.
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