Girls Gone Wild on Brisbane Tinder Part VII
(Warning: language & adult content)
Part VII? It’s hard to believe there has been that many girls going wild on Brisbane Tinder. And yet, every week more local fathers are found curled up in a foetal position under their desks, sobbing quietly and rocking themselves to sleep. The world is going to hell but a large proportion of you, my dear readers, clearly enjoys the show, judging by your constant requests for more girls gone wild. Just remember, the more time you make me spend on Tinder, the less time I have to write about serious stuff. But that’s probably how you like it. If so, I’m ashamed of you.
Guys, beware of hidden fees and charges when you’re making deposits or withdrawals!
(actually speechless).
But I don’t want to give you the idea that it’s all just the Millennials and the Gen Y that are out of control. Well, yes, it’s mostly them who are, but there are a few of their Gen X mothers who do my generation proud:
Ohai Senator Lambie, when did you join?
Who says young people these days aren’t as honest as their elders?
I like my fruit like I like my women… unbruised internally.
That’s impossible.
Then again, who needs personality if your pussy is bomb (and all your exes confirm it)…
…Or you have a great ass.
Speaking of which, brown seems to be the new black amongst young ladies.
The sweet 22 above is, however, the only one who is looking for smallgoods in this meat market.
Fortunately for the bell curve, not everyone is so choosy:
Last, but not least. It is a jungle out there, so as you’re swiping left and right (and far right), there are a few things to beware.
For example vampires:
And trolls:
But remember – in case of emergencies there is always help available:
Oh Lord, I think I’m having a heart attack. Or a stroke. Or something.
Until the next time. If I’m still alive.