I met a great woman today, she was as fine as a type 4 afro-comb. Nice. She had these gorgeous....bristols.
Damn. Now I'm saying that word. I really shouldn't - but my English friend's always using his strange words and sometimes they rub off. He's always talking about women's bristols and jubblies. These words don't even sound right out of my mouth. I should say tits and bitch-trophies.
Anyway, the woman's name was Sandra...something. I can't remember her last name, I think it was Polish. That is, I think her last name originated in Poland, not that her full name is Sandra Polish. Ha! I make myself laugh sometimes.
Yeah, Sandra's got a brilliant body. If I told her that, I wonder if she'll hold it against me?...Ha! We're meeting up at some point over the next few days. She's got my number, but I be...