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.
Sunday, 19 October 2008
Is Owen a sex pest?
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