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It wasn’t the sex That wasn’t important Well it was It was him I gave him my time He gave me five minutes Christ, he came quicker than the 9.05 express Actually, the 9.05 has been cancelled due to a Viagra malfunction He said he got excited He’s forty-two It’s a breast thing, he said What, the two of them Well, actually it’s you being naked Should I keep my clothes on Could we do it in the dark, he said Yes, just bloody do it I was excitingly waiting Nothing Maybe he’s a Ninja lover I heard him chewing What the hell are you doing I’m coming For Christsakes, not again No, I’m ready for you Well get on with it I’ll just close the door He screamed Something told me satisfaction was 999 away The paramedics put it in ice The police took down my particulars God, how I wished they would take down my particulars He blamed me, could you believe it Other patients were calling him, Bob it. I told him straight, the bloody door got more action than me Is that all you can think about, bloody sex I started laughing, he didn’t get it Just like me

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