Yeah, but he's a bit of Stud-muffin though isn't he? I bet the birds will all flock south, just for the slightest chance of running their hands through his greasy mop, snogging his wonky gob, or holding on to his slim shoulders watching as his Diedre Raschid specs steam up while he prematurely splaffs his pants... for the fourth time in a row.
Good grief, he's supposed to be a bright bloke, perhaps if he'd just got laid once he'd get his common sense back and admit that geography is of growing irrelevance these days.
Loving the fact that they gave out his email address
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