“Not so bad, how’s it going?” I asked. “Fucking hard work, benefits, having to remember to fucking limp.” Nobber said, but no one gave a fuck. Xnxx “String the buggers up”
“String the buggers up”
“There’s nothing as vile as a pedophile, so string the buggers up!” An audience of three skin heads and an old codger who mistook it for dominoes night sat there bored out their skulls. It was no good, me cock did a passable impersonation of a French S Cargo (Snail). “All fucking right, it was only once.” I stammered as me face went bright red, “Ever ready me.”
“Fuck anything anything any time?” John Hunt the bookie from Matson street walked out the bog and started taunting me. “Bloody hell that was fucking brilliant!” this pissed up tart with DD tits and blonde hair straight out of a spray can who might have passed
