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Showing posts with label lips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lips. Show all posts
Friday, 21 September 2012
Monday, 6 August 2012
Curiosity Killed The Cat: DTF That Guy
Bobak Ferdowsi's Plenty of Fish profile is blowing up by now. He's hot, he's fun, he's smart, he's all of a sudden famous, and damn, look at those lips!
Why am I 75% prepared to fuck some strange man with a fruity haircut? Well, firstly, it's more like 92%. I know it's 100% but to appear realistic, I left the window open 8%, just in case our pheromones don't mix well, or he finds my jokes lame, or we have wildly opposing sexual preferences.
In No Particular Order, Top Ten Reasons I'm DTF Bobak But Won't Give You The Time Of Day:
Why am I 75% prepared to fuck some strange man with a fruity haircut? Well, firstly, it's more like 92%. I know it's 100% but to appear realistic, I left the window open 8%, just in case our pheromones don't mix well, or he finds my jokes lame, or we have wildly opposing sexual preferences.
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| I'm definitely DTF that guy! |
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