Even if all she talked about every waking moment was procuring a nice jumbo can of Foster’s beer, or told passing strangers in public that I didn’t have a “brass razoo to my name,” or that she had a habit for dropping “brown eyed mullets” everytime she went swimming, or that she wanted me to drop a “Bushman’s hanky” on her chest during sex, or even that she even wanted to settle down and have a couple of ankle-biters with me on the first date… I probably would just be able to look past such petty faults. And I’m willing to bet you would too.
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