Needlessly formal chat up lines.

“Hello. You appear to be visually stimulating, to the point which it is largely alluring to me. The elegant turn of your head brings to mind the melliflous and chaotic majesty of a choir of songbiirds. Would you perhaps enjoy the mutual partaking of ingestment? Perhaps that of a beverage or soild, then possibly, the mild possibility of brief and disappointing coitus.”

“Hello. You appear to be of the female ilk, posessing as you are the apparent characteristics of femininity, and the requisite more curved hips, and mammaries. Well done.”

“Perhaps you would like to engage in the bonhomie of a discussion on internet terminology? Or rather, the literary scene, including, but not confined to, the boom of eighties comic book characters The Bash Street Kids. Or perhaps we could discuss the resonance of the pop music scene, and the way the use of notes in varying capacities brings to mind such ideals, passions, and adrenalin. Or we could just fuck in bus shelter.”

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About neilstilwell

Abseiling into trouble, a sewer rat staring at the stars. Disgusting. You can assist my search for the one ring by buying a Kindle version of this diary from here. http://www.amazon.co.uk/frozen-fridge-Zoomeister-Diaries-ebook/dp/B00C426DD0/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1366481719&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=a+frozen+turd+in+a+hot+frudge It has some other stuff in it, and a dreadful cover.
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