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.
You’re repetitive and boring.. somewhere between wiz and olly, and your jazzy effort was over-exaggerated tosh devoid of any humour. There’ll be no further communication between us.
Wrong. It highlights just how low standards have dropped in recent months. And you seem as surprised as the rest of us to see your sorry arse up there.
Poorly executed but thanks for the additional info in you pm. I managed to trace the sap in three clicks. What an extraordinarily odd looking little fellow.