In the 80's this was a pastime,as soon as Sharon came on screen you had to try to get to the vinegar strokes before she finished her race,see who could make the splash quickest.
You'll soon learn that sport has no place here Mongo,perhaps you would like to instigate the sport of who can stick their head into a wood chipper the quickest,I'll race you
Yet another arse ache creeping into our everyday language.Usually reserved for sporty cunts particularly footie cunts when trying to emphasise how good someone is at whatever their speciality "He's a top top manager" or "What a top top player he is". All I have to say is "You're a cunt cunt"
Jesus!...just imagine that diving on top of some poor sap laying on a bed with a bugle on,gives me the tremors thinking about it.What a hideous piece of work she is.Wouldn't piss on it if it was on fire
I apologise if you've just eaten your dinner,i reckon if you can picture this just as you're getting to the vinegar strokes then you could last longer than Sting
Shame she didn't land on her face,surgery would have improved her looks even if it meant grafting her elbows onto the side of her head and using excess labia for a nose,oh,and losing all her fucking teeth the fugly bitch