After continuous gestering at her vagina. Lucy settled back down into her seat.

Before I uttered a word, some guy called Craig, who was grey haired and looking over twice my age introduced himself as a friend. As it turns out he is just a regular loser who comes to this club every week. Read the rest! \(^u^)/ →


I got a fair amount of attention in the Mystery Machine, from people shouting ‘Where’s Scooby Doo?’ to me whilst driving, kids with their mouth wide open at the fact cartoons might actually be real life. Eldery people who think I have a drug habit. Bored police and security guards who feel threatended by a tri-colour vehicle during their car park rounds. I also met Lucy (name changed to protect the innocent) sitting in it too whilst eating pizza.

After a little chat we decided to meet up at a later date, she seemed like a normal girl, a bit bubbly but nice enough to hang around with for a night, so I went along to meet her… what could possibly go wrong? Read the rest! \(^u^)/ →