PSP LIFESTYLE PHOTO STOCK CLEARANCE #5
You thought we had run out or forgotten? No. Here she is washing her PANTIES and BRAS because they got ALL DIRTY*.
*She had spaghetti bolognese for dinner last night.
If she’s in a launderette, that must mean she’s living in poor student accommodation without access to proper washing facilities. That means she’d be impressed by the shithole you live in as long as you’ve got a washing machine and the kitchen is in a whole separate room to the lounge.
filed in PROMOTIONAL IMAGES on Jul.06, 2009
July 6th, 2009 on 4:06 pm
I hope she doesn’t mind that the separate lounge and kitchen happen to be in my mum’s house.
July 6th, 2009 on 4:18 pm
Is “spaghetti bolognese” a euphemism for having dumped her period all over her underwear?
July 6th, 2009 on 4:29 pm
I thought laundrettes were full of big muscley men who walk around in just their jeans. She’s clearly a lesbian if she’s paying more attention to her psp than the topless men.
July 6th, 2009 on 4:51 pm
Slightly veiny feet… therefore would.
July 6th, 2009 on 5:02 pm
She was eating spaghetti in her underwear?
July 6th, 2009 on 5:10 pm
It’s probably not that unusual ultrabrilliant. If I had my own place, I would be doing everthing in the nude at home. To hell with underwear.
July 6th, 2009 on 6:09 pm
The slightly sunken cheeks suggest a possible heroin addiction hence she might be willing to put out for a few quid. The PSP is probably stolen. Would.
July 6th, 2009 on 7:34 pm
Does anyone recognise the launderette? Anyone fancy joining me in a stalker’s vigil?
July 6th, 2009 on 8:47 pm
I am a gamer. I play games. I like games. I own a DS and a PSP (I’m not sure why either, on both counts).
When I see adults playing their DSs or PSPs in public I think “You fucking idiot, why don’t you read a fucking book you piece of shit?!”. And then quietly seethe over the fact there are people in the world not exactly like me.
They don’t even have any shame either, as if it is acceptable behaviour to be demonstrably wasting your life. Sitting not doing anything could at least be construed as thinking deeply about something.
July 6th, 2009 on 10:38 pm
The reflections in the foreground suggest the photo is being taken through a window. Also, she’s hardly a conventional beauty. Both of these things make the shot more realistic. I give it 6 soiled bras out of 10.
July 6th, 2009 on 10:44 pm
I could never have gotten away with just sitting and gaming in the laundrette I had to use because my cheap flat didn’t have a washer or dryer. Because the Jim Trott-esque (No, no, no, no, no, really, he looked and sounded exactly like him) proprietor was so delighted to have someone to talk to that he would guilt anyone who didn’t just throw their stuff into the machine and then leave into a conversation that wouldn’t end until you’d packed all your stuff back into your laundry bag and spent five minutes trying to make polite excuses that you had to go home now.
Christ, what a sentence that was.
Anyway, I ended up just throwing my stuff into the machine and just leaving – to the pub across the road, only to return half a dozen pints later to attempt to fold my clothing.
Er, yes, that was my life. Anyway, birds in laundrettes, eh? They’d not have stayed in that one either, the other proprietor was a ratlike chap who called all young girls ‘chocolate’. I wonder if it was Zorg before he had his big break into journo-ism?
July 7th, 2009 on 9:58 am
Obviously a setup – she’s not wearing clothes that should be in the wash. No-one’s that organised that they drag themselves down the launderette to sit near the tramps keeping warm by sitting in the dryers while they still have clothes that are clean and wearable…
I used to live in a flat with a kitchen separate from the lounge (but no washing machine). My girlfriend used to clean it every time she came round, until one week I’d let it get so bad I refused to let her go in there. Backfired unfortunately as a week later I still hadn’t cleaned it and she then did 2 weeks worth of cleaning instead.
Yes, I married her.
July 8th, 2009 on 2:25 am
I suspect she’s one of those stuck-up bitches you get on the tube/bus/launderette, who have their headphones on the whole time, just to avoid getting chatted up by guys.
I just wanna fuck you, you stuck up slag.
Anyway, I’m gonna go lie down now.
July 8th, 2009 on 8:31 am
I want to run my penis through her hair