GIRLS WHO NEED PILLIONING SOMEWHERE 7
“You want me to wear a jacket? But I’ll be hot. And being hot makes me cranky.”
“No, your keys are not lost in this couch. I’ve been looking for ages. You could help, you know. Drinking beer and looking at me is not helping.”
“What have I forgotten? Oh, yes. Pants. I’ll probably need some pants, won’t I?”
“Why didn’t you bring any swimming costumes? They’ll call the police if you go in like that. And then I’ll have to catch a cab home because you can never ride after you’ve been Tased.”
“You want to swap me for a Bimota? Is she hotter than me? Can I think about it?”
“What? You said we were riding to Dubbo. I’m ready. Is it far?”
“Yeah, look, I’ll just finish this and then we can go. They’ll wait for you. They always wait for you.”
“Yes, the acid has kicked in. Why do you ask?”
“I need a new helmet. My old helmet doesn’t go with these undies.”
“It took me ages to brush the knots out of my hair. You’re a bastard.”
“I was thinking of changing my piercing to one that doesn’t catch on my clothes as much. Yes, there is more beer. I’ll just go and get you one.”
“You always get too much pepperoni.”
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Boris is a writer who has contributed to many magazines and websites over the years, edited a couple of those things as well, and written a few books. But his most important contribution is pissing people off. He feels this is his calling in life and something he takes seriously.
He also enjoys whiskey, whisky and the way girls dance on tables. And riding motorcycles. He's pretty keen on that, too.