
has always been a huge bundle of sinewy testosterone. I'd hardly be surprised to find that her pendulous, unfettered funbags were just stitched on in some hideous Frankenstein-like experiment involving Titchmarsh with stick-twine and a potato seeder whilst Tommy looked on maniacally, sticking brad nails into her in random places with his cordless nail gun because as soon as Tommy discovered the cordless nail gun there was not a thing within 500 yards that was safe from him putting a bastard nail in it whether it required it or not.
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