hi im a 70 year old tv i own my own yacht amongst other things im, proper minted me yeh ok i admit it i do scour the streets late at night looking for drunken sailors
heres how it went (i know i said no namesbut yanno )
me ” oh hi drafes ltns how you doingpal”dre yeh not bad musnt grumble you know
me “know what”?
dre “well its just my owner/master hes ok hes a good guy but he can see im dying to go out and yet he still keeps frantically typing on his keyboard talking nonsense i just dont know what to do anymore”
me ” aww bless dre come and move in to mine if you want”
dre “hhmm well i think about it but how do i just walk out on the sad lonely get”
me ” well i tell you what dre have a think about it and get back to me yeh”