Sunday, 19 October 2008

Is Owen a sex pest?

Donna, you can sleep in my bed. I'll stay down here on the sofa.

Yeah, and five minutes later you'll run upstairs and start groping distraught Donna.
Look at her - she's crying, you dimwit. She ain't in the mood.

I'd been hoping Owen and Bridget might hook up, but I don't know if I want Bridget with an idiotic twerp who can't stop feeling up her aunt.
Owen, she's grimacing. That's not a good sign.

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