Whores, the lot of them.
So off they go, merry smiles and skips in the step.
“see you next year”
“you’re the best”
“great diving”
Then you see they start to sneak back into the water on OTHER boats. No shame. No shy deferential glances. No guilty falters. Oh no. They’re off, cavorting and gamboling with other operators all round the country, with butter not melting in their mouths.
Dive tarts, the lot of them. See if i care.


October 10th, 2006 at 5:53 am
lmao