On Sunday night I got to bed around midnight after the punk gig and promptly passed out, curled up in my bed. When I woke up I saw that I’d missed a text message at 1 am. Now I’m a friendly guy, and can be quite accommodating but every now and then you see something and just think, really? Are you serious?
The text message was from a number that I didn’t have in my phone but given the nature of the message was probably someone I’d “met” some other time but must have deleted the number. It said “I’m so horny right now. Wish I could have you here fucking me so hard you force me to beg for more.”
Even if I knew who it was, I wouldn’t be getting up at 1 am and going to help the poor frustrated chap out. It’s nice to know they think I’m talented at what I do/once did to them and I’m flattered, but no thanks.
Brenton got a booty text! :-)
I’m a whore I’d have been in a taxi to his place STAT haha
Tony – Brenton and Booty – nice combo huh?
Tom – yes darling we know LOL.
Brenton – next time DO THE BOOTY DAMMIT!!!!!! Ur turning into an old nana dear…. dont make me come over there and beat you up :)
Damn that is one fine ass in the pic!
xo
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Fuck…
That is the hottest pic ever to be posted on this blog.
I’d be up that arsehole like a rat up a drainpipe.
That’s the way Brenton. Take it in the most positive light!
Me, I’d have assumed it was a wrong number, some drug/drink affected bimbo texting all the numbers in her address book!
Cheers, Polomint
Agree… hottest pic ever for Aussielicious!
This is what getting old feels like. Sorry.
Let’s get serious for a moment, shall we?
1 am is a good time for many things. Texting a dude to come and have his way with you? Yeah, sure, if he is an escort, catering for your needs.
The Germans are right, when they say, “Wer ficken will, muss lieb sein.” Works both ways…
SC
LOL… funny post. A few weeks ago, I was having trouble with my iPhone and had to go to the apple store for a repair. Just as the techie got it back up and working, a guy I went on a couple of dates with texted me a message “Come over later and fuck my brains out.” The techie saw it and said, “Oh, you just got a text” and slipped me the phone with a wink.
My “midnight booty call” came via someone, who had taken a dislike to me, writing my mobile number up at a nearby toilet beat.