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The Swedophile Ring

April 30, 2013

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The Eurovision Party

February 24, 2013

3 min read

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McCannecQuotes

“She lovingly scanned through my items and gently handed me two carrier bags (I’ve seen her throw them at people normally, she must have adored me). I packed everything neatly into the bags, taking great care to put everything in the right place and not have anything awkwardly sticking out or digging into the sides – this demonstrated to her that I’d do the same thing in the bedroom.”

Taken from The Checkout Girl Part II

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“I smalltalked with the Kiwi regarding where I could get a tonne of food around these parts as I hadn’t been able to eat anything for a day, and she suggested a Pizza Express round the corner. I was half-tempted to invite her with me, but in case she said no I wanted to end on a high. Let’s face it, I hadn’t had the anaesthetic, I hadn’t cried when I got my injection, and I hadn’t pissed myself. I’d already done pretty well with this girl today.”

Taken from Operation Deepthroat

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“In the opening to her profile she says “the sexiest part of a man is his brain.” And then at the end of her profile she says “Must be at least 5 foot 10”. I messaged her saying that I found her profile really refreshing and it was nice to see someone less concerned with physical appearance and more on the intelligence and personality, but I didn’t think it would work out between us because my brain is 2 inches too close to the ground for her.”

Taken from Online Dating Is For Freaks