I went on a date the other week with a friend of girl from work. Nothing unusual in that until she texted me to say she was running a bit late. Fair enough I thought and started texting our Dave to kill some time. Man City had just been taken over by their new owners and we talking about how they were such a massive club.
Here's one message I sent in that conversation, "Massive Club. Meeting that bird in about 10 minutes. You reckon I should just get the lad out? Farting away like a trooper too." Only I didn't send it to Dave, I sent it to the girl.
By the time I realised and called she was just parking up outside and didn't mention anything so I reckoned it would be alright. Later she even said she was having trouble with the predictive text on her phone so I offered to fix it. She saw there was a message when she took her phone out but I said "Nah, I sent that by accident. No point reading that," and deleted the message. Don't think that cut the mustard though (unlike my farts). Ah well.
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