Can you see my VPL through this dress?
Hold on till I look out the window.
What you looking at.
I’m searching for the spaceship.
Is that your idea of a joke.
Hey, you’re the one speaking Klingon.
Okay dummy, can you see my underwear through this dress.
Lift your dress up to I see
Just look before I lamp you.
Okay, you appear to be VPL clear. You wearing thongs.
No, thongs are my pulling pants, and since I've pulled you I no longer need to wear them. Or do I.
Seems a shame, you could be turning me on whilst you're out bitching with your friends.
That is true. I could even replace you with some nice guy.
You just can’t go about replacing us guys like engagement rings.
Hardly my fault, guys want to marry me. Apart from you, that is.
I would love to thingamy you
See, you can’t even say the word. I really should replace you, I deserve better.
Okay, you have my permission to chat up guys, if it helps your self-esteem.
I don’t need your permission. Why the hell can't you be jealous when guys chat me up.
Aw, do you want me to throw a hissy fit?
Yes, that would be the normal thing to do.
I expect guys to chat you up. That way, I need to work harder to keep you.
That’s the worse backhanded compliment I’ve ever heard.
Think I heard your taxi beeping. You go knock them dead, girl.
I’m having a serious chat with you tomorrow.
Sounds serious, just check my diary. Okay, I appear to be VPL free tomorrow.
Very funny, you just wait.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Humor
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Just what I need. We all take things too seriously and this write brings us back to sanity with insanity a good mix. Loved it my friend
Monday laugh time.
An exploration of flirtation, jealousy, self-esteem, and the absurd way couples communicate when they know each other too well.
Yeah, they'll be bitching for life.
Paul, this cracked me up. The poor guy is clearly trying to survive the conversation while making every possible wrong choice. 😂 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The lad\'s a tryer.
🤣😂 Great job, you made me laugh
My job is done. lol
There’s a damn playful, bawdy rhythm here, and the whole exchange works because the two characters keep trying to outsmart each other while neither is willing to surrender the upper hand. The ending is the keeper for me—“I appear to be VPL free tomorrow” neatly turns the whole ridiculous argument back into flirtation, with just enough unresolved tension to make you want to hear what happens in that diary meeting.
You know this couple play ping pong each day just to out bat each other.
Paul may I embarrass myself by asking what the heck is VPL? LoL
Visable Panty Line.
lol ok I'm officially very embarrassed 😳 lol 😂 such fun
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