Thursday, 14 May 2009

The Blouse

Andrew and Lydia were eating in a chocolate shop.
Andrew, being himself, kept looking down her top.
“Why do you keep looking down my blouse?” She finally spat.
“Well, what else can I look at?”
“How about my face you tart?”
“Yeah,” Andrew paused. “But that’s not the best part.”

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