Things don't always work out
Back in my college days we were an active group and our weekends routinely went like this:
Friday night we went to the pub
Saturday was Dance night
Sunday; Movie Night.
On Sundays my girl friend and I would sit in the back of the cinema, but every Sunday my buddies would all be in the front row, 10 or 12 of them and one girl would sit with them and move steadily across one at a time. So I asked my buddies what was going on. That's the girl that gives us all a hand job, we call her the Phantom Wanker.
'Could I join you' I said, 'sure' they said. So the next Sunday my girl friend couldn't make it to the movie, visiting family, and all week I couldn't wait for Sunday to come quick enough. So when Sunday finally came round and I lined up with the others and took my place in the seats. Just as the movie was to start a whisper came down the line. She hasn't turned up-not comming. Big bloody disappointment. Next Sunday I was with my girlfriend and I had to watch the phantom working the guys over one by one. Isn't nice that there are girls that do these things, for us guys.