Here comes the Black Mirror episode with the bikes and ads.

My city provides a handy ics file that we can import.

Nah, nothing worth saying. They had a third sister, which I dated for a while. You don’t need much to notice boobs. We went to their summer house and, before sleeping, they were not using bras. That’s it. Another time, I learned they also didn’t shave the same way down there, but this was just booze and giggles.

The twins? Yes. The type when we meet the first time we can’t differentiate. But one had more torpedo boobs with puffy nipples and the other, not.

Interesting question. I knew two twin sisters and they didn’t have the same boob type.

It has to be a joke. Why would I put my cold beer into the hot sand?