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From bad to worse
The nowhere near 5”10 water engineer Jake plumbed new depths of depravity, revealing his passion for ear drum fun. While the other couples fall asleep spooning, Jake subjects Liberty to night terror inducing lines such as “Let me suck on those lobes, I want to lick your cochlea and taste your wax”
A deflated Lucinda calls customer support in search of a refund for her malfunctioning life-sized Ken doll Brad. “When I pull the cord on his back, he only says three fings “Dark feetchas” “Only girl in ere” and “Mah type”
General labourer Liam knows a thing or two about strong foundations as Millie searches for a deeper, more meaningful connection. When digging for buried treasure, sometimes you’ll find gold, other times you’ll find a 6”6 Welsh dullard who likes ….fruit. Sorry hun.
Toby, on day release from his assisted living facility learns to spell using an alphabet of rotten fruit, treating Chloe to a revolting platter of over fondled melon chunks and room temperature whipped cream. True “romant” right there folks.
Hugo’s recoupling speech to a particularly smug Sharon “I believe true love is right around the corner for both of us” was delivered with as much sincerity as a “Get well soon” card from a funeral director. And don’t get me started on the challenge, cooked up in the warped mind of a demented ITV producer, force feeding his bizarre food fetish down the nations throats each year.
Purge garbage from beginning to end.
The nowhere near 5”10 water engineer Jake plumbed new depths of depravity, revealing his passion for ear drum fun. While the other couples fall asleep spooning, Jake subjects Liberty to night terror inducing lines such as “Let me suck on those lobes, I want to lick your cochlea and taste your wax”
A deflated Lucinda calls customer support in search of a refund for her malfunctioning life-sized Ken doll Brad. “When I pull the cord on his back, he only says three fings “Dark feetchas” “Only girl in ere” and “Mah type”
General labourer Liam knows a thing or two about strong foundations as Millie searches for a deeper, more meaningful connection. When digging for buried treasure, sometimes you’ll find gold, other times you’ll find a 6”6 Welsh dullard who likes ….fruit. Sorry hun.
Toby, on day release from his assisted living facility learns to spell using an alphabet of rotten fruit, treating Chloe to a revolting platter of over fondled melon chunks and room temperature whipped cream. True “romant” right there folks.
Hugo’s recoupling speech to a particularly smug Sharon “I believe true love is right around the corner for both of us” was delivered with as much sincerity as a “Get well soon” card from a funeral director. And don’t get me started on the challenge, cooked up in the warped mind of a demented ITV producer, force feeding his bizarre food fetish down the nations throats each year.
Purge garbage from beginning to end.
I think he should go.
these ones just aren’t the same level.
