Ffs Killer. Everyone on here thinks I’m just another Irish simpleton, scratching out a meagre living flogging dead trees two weeks a year, and sitting alone on the top deck of the bus for the other 50 weeks, lost in my own little world where I’m cruising around, arm out the window, picking up page 3 girls and supermodels in my imaginary M4 and taking them back to my imaginary multi million pound mansion, where they insist (despite my protestations) that I join them in making all their wildest sexual fantasies come true.
You and your big gob Killer. Now every cunt knows it’s all true and I haven’t made any of it up. 👍