Glyn's Wet Dream

Sweet Glyn. So young, so innocent and as horny as a 12 year old with a fresh box of kleenex, the latest copy of the Sport and an unopened pot of vaseline. Glyn, whose entrance to the house was a spectacular failure, has revealed that his hormones are running wild. And, being naive, he thinks that he might be in with a chance with one or both of the two 'ladies' he likes. Glyn named the objects of his lust to Grace, Imogen and Lisa.

First up there was Aisleyne. Grace who is so out this Friday was typically unable to control her bitchiness. (I'd say she was posessed, but I refuse to let her avoid responsibility for being such a thorough cunt head. God, how I hate that bitch!) "Do you not like more natural looking girls that look the same without make-up as they do with make-up?" (In Grace's case that would be a state of permanent hideousness with a weird sort of rubbery, disproportionate lips and nose. Good thing she's got money because without it she'd be even less attractive.) But Glyn who doesn't have a mean bone in his body ignored the dig, claiming it was Aisleyne's personality that appealed to him. That and the fact she shoves her gash in his face so much he can probably smell it permanently. Next it was Lea who probably appeals to Glyn the way Bridgett Nielsen did to me when she was in Beverley Hills Cop - pneumatic breasts, blond hair and inexplicably appealing female muscle tone. According to the young lad north Wales is devoid of such striking women. No comment.