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Ghislaine Maxwell


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11 minutes ago, Earl of Punkape said:

Your father’s mates were rotten apple scum from the lower decks and you are of a similar ilk.

Their opinions and yours are the absurd bleatings of maligned serfs.

in addition you’re an imbecile.

‘Hello Sailor.’

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1 hour ago, Stubby Pecker said:

At a guess I'd say punkers preferred option would be a spit roast with the traffic cop and the biker bloke, red Indian for seconds

And get the construction worker in to drill a new glory hole in the toilet .

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2 minutes ago, Stubby Pecker said:

That leaves the sailor on pugwash duty. 

 

I reckon it’s always triggered Spunkers why the Village People didn’t have a mincing golfer or a fake public school twat. I guess a poofs a poof no matter how you dress the cunt up.

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11 minutes ago, Eric Cuntman said:

What do Captain Pugwash and Jeremy Corbyn have in common?....

 

 

 

They've both climbed aboard the 'Black Pig'.

A communist, a tramp and Jeremy Corbyn walked into a bar and the barman said..... Hi what can I get for you Mr. Corbyn?

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10 minutes ago, Eric Cuntman said:

His choice of pig was considerably more attractive than Corbyns'.

On topic... I had a wank over Ghislaine Maxwell. 

I've polished the sceptre once or twice with her in mind... not particularly satisfying though - everytime I was about to spill the Brasso, inexplicable images of Prince Andrew sprang to mind. Literally put me off my stroke and my plums are now like grapefruit...

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6 minutes ago, KingRollo said:

I've polished the sceptre once or twice with her in mind... not particularly satisfying though - everytime I was about to spill the Brasso, inexplicable images of Prince Andrew sprang to mind. Literally put me off my stroke and my plums are now like grapefruit...

I avoided that psychological gin-trap. She was wonderful. I was magnificent. I left her on a black silk sheet, soaking wet, breathless and sheened in sweat.

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