All hell broke loose as the alarm went off, doors opened and several guests from the party spilled into the street in various stages of undress. My “Promise,” did not go as planned, bloody Sandra had set me up, “Why young John,” Arthur, Sandra’s dad greeted me, “What brings you here?” he asked. xnx Well I had to lie. “Bollocks,” I said. “It fucking hurts, I should know,” Sandra adds. “It’s shut, last train goes at quarter to midnight,” Al said straight faced. “Fucking dead he fell fifteen feet onto his head when his bollocks ripped off.” he said. “Oh yes, they really love it!” Arthur continued, “I love children.”
“Fuck, you’re seriously fucked up.” Al says. “If you’ll hang Mr Andrews up by his bollocks,” she agreed. “Fucking dead he fell fifteen feet onto his head when his bollocks ripped off.” he said.
