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Bloody hell looby, can you warn us in advance if there’s going to be fellatio?
Anyways, re the broadband, unless your lodger is constantly streaming TV or films just CAN’T be right - most households use less than 10gb/month. I would get your provider to check it out because that’s just ludicrous.
Ignoring all the rumpy pumpy (you lucky bastard!)… 110 GB is massive. I have two internet rapacious youngsters living at home at least 3 computers, some Internet TV via iPlayer and various other internet wireless gubbings (I’m an IT professional btw that is a technical term if you don’t understand it…) and even in height of holidays with everyone home rarely hit 40GB. Someone is either watching porn 24x7 in HD or something else but that is honestly more than a small business would consider they need.
Well that’s a good way of letting the cat out of the bag :) I consulted my Literary Editor about the passage to which you refer and we decided it had to be included for metonymic clarity in conveying the progress of our relationship. (Cough).
But a warning has been added and I’ve passworded it now–obviously too late for Google Reader but it’ll put some sort of cloak, or at least a flimsy gauzy veil, around it.
Thanks for your help people with the internet usage–something’s obviously not right here.
so glad you killed the interloper… he was asking for it!
Well, you certainly know how to work blue. I’ve always thought that giving a blow job has to be a bloody unpleasant task to perform and is, therefore, the most generous act in the sexual arena. I can’t imagine doing it, which is probably what kept me from same-sex experimentation when I was young.
UB: We have to differ there. I don’t know, never having done it, but I think it’d be exciting and pleasurable. The only thing is it’s got to physically comfortable, for both parties, and it was a bit humid on the boat the other day so it might have worked better in a different position. I don’t think she thinks of it as a favour though (although what’s wrong with favours?)
DF: I’m trying to work out what you mean. I don’t know to whom you’re referring. Clue?
clue: multi-legged aerialist
was trying to assure maximum curiousity from readers without the password!
Ah yes him! [Feel very annoyed with myself for not getting the reference].
I got your email about the password, and it wokrs obviously as I’m able to leave a comment, but i cannot see the main post, just the comments. Any ideas.
So I can only make comments based on the other comments which are, quite frankly, suggestive of a post that would melt tungsten.
Rumpy-Pumpy?
Blow jobs?
Fellatio?
Wireless Grubbings?
Was that favours or flavours?
I can only say that I hope you had a very pleasant time, and also say that I’m surprised you’ve enough enregy left to type replies to comments. Well done and keep taking the vitamins.
Not sure what’s happening there then–I’ve emailed it to you.
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