You know very well that I don't recognise you as a valid member, stubbs. You may quote me on a daily basis, but I'm telling you now., they'll be no further correspondence between us, ever.
I’ve mixed my drinks tonight ape. White wine followed by red then grappa and vogue menthols. Is Jazz still referring to me as the son of a Weimaraner whore?
Of course I’m ashamed but I’m not alone. I have never known someone who once gave me so much pleasure hit the wall so hard. I’m talking about Quincy Cockfingers.
At 2.43 Rena Day pulls a face that stirs something inside me that I can’t begin to describe, punk. She reminds me of a young no-nonsense Gyppo sucking on an unwashed incestual half-chat cock.