Just finished my third bottle of Thunderbird this morning when I fell on
my arse in the alley next to the baker's shop. Couldn't be bothered
getting up but a nice young man came along and helped me to my feet. I
couldn't resist copping a feel of his package; nice. That little bastard
of a small boy nicked my purse, though.
Hubby arrived with the car and we went down the boozer to count the
contents of the nym's wallet.
All in all, a grand day.
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