Disgruntled Goat
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Cycling home yesterday I passed a young girl who, quite frankly was stunning and her arse jiggled like two oranges in a hanky. I was smitten.
I stopped at the lights and as she passed me I had to refrain making some kind of 'cheeky' comment because she was about 18 and well, I'm married and erm, 42. So I felt I would have sounded like a letcherous old man.
Which kind of made me depressed.
So that got me thinking "What happened? "Am I a Dirty Old Man?" "Would it have been different if I was in a Ferrari rather than on a Specialized?"
Any answers?
I stopped at the lights and as she passed me I had to refrain making some kind of 'cheeky' comment because she was about 18 and well, I'm married and erm, 42. So I felt I would have sounded like a letcherous old man.
Which kind of made me depressed.
So that got me thinking "What happened? "Am I a Dirty Old Man?" "Would it have been different if I was in a Ferrari rather than on a Specialized?"
Any answers?