Matt Whistler vacates with his robot girl

So there we were playing table football when I realized that my girlfriend robot ATM had changed the direction of my players with a screw driver and some twiddling in the middle of the night. ATM had also permanently moved my goalie along the spinning pole, rendering me incapable of stopping the ball. **~~##
UNDER CHUFFIN HAND OR WHAT? !!!@@~##

Add this to the fact that every time I tried to hit the ball she created an instantaneous flash of light which blinded me I was not in the mood to telepathically discuss our holiday possibilities.

After two days of trying to bang a goal in the back of the net the score was Matt Whistler 0 ATM 37,000.
In the end we agreed that I would hit the end of a fork laying flat on the table and what ever object the fork hits, we will go to the country that begins with that letter. Ha Sa Karate chop in old style, the fork bounces off the wall went through the balcony window and spiked Margery on her right shoulder, who was outside her front door at 49, carrying the shopping. The decision was made we are off to Morocco to the Souks, the stars, the view of the Atlas mountains and a desert romance with just my robot gal and I. This could be a good opportunity to dismiss any erroneous stories International starts by visiting Morocco and find out who the local Moroccan stars are.

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