introversial

The other night I saw this awesome statement, literally scrawled on the front of a mouldy, rusty old "ribbed for her pleasure" wall mount.

It's been there from a different era, it's seen governments rise & fall, Rutger Hauer rise like a shooting star, crash into the dirt and then come back. Possibly, to be honest, its probably seen the odd reach over and cupping.

"Friends, how many of us have them". Jesus, that's some strong stuff. Some real emotion has been scratched onto the box ("You want to avoid the STIs but the it's the tetanus that'll get ya").

I'd like to think that the situation played out where the fellow was talking with a girl, he isn't exactly Rutger Hauer, it doesn't come naturally to him but somehow a bonds been formed. He begins to get a glimmer of hope, "you know what...it may end up in some hand holding".

He's into safe sex, he saw the advert where the guys mates go "you need to go in goal, get some practice wearing your gloves" (the reality would be "Yeah, bear back") so he thinks he'll get some, you know...johnnies (sic?). However, just as the pound is rolling around the entry he gets a text off his best mate saying:

"Listen, that bird, I've gone home with her"

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