
Our pal Freddie Woo says: Climbing into the back seat of the car, she sat on a fortnight-old bag of food shopping I had completely forgotten about. The stench of a bag of bean sprouts popping open is a real passion-killer, I can tell you for nothing. Tell us about the shag you didn't have because you blew it.
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who used to insist he wore proper stinking old socks for intimate moments
Fuck knows what sort of grotty story lies behind that fetish.
Also ... clearly this story isn't true because everybody knows that gay footballers don't exist.
( , Wed 28 May 2014, 16:14, 1 reply)

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