After a leisurely supper of beef bourginon, potatoes gratin dauphinoise, seasonal vegetables and a vat of red wine
I will enjoy half an hour in my nitrous oxide tank, then change into leathers and run through the street blasting out "Hotshot city" by David Hasslehoff through a giant boom-box, while punching the air and any passing pedestrians. I will then hook up with Greasy Rob the bent copper and power slide round every roundabout in the West Midlands with the sirens and flashing lights on, whooping ecstatically, trousers round our ankles while specially trained police dogs fellate us. We'll probably end up in the local Asda car park, selling bags of deadly nightshade to the local chavs for £20 each. Then a marathon session with my number one bird, the Famous Grouse, before collapsing onto a blood-stained mattress weeping for Diana, princess of our hearts forever.
(raymond "three griddle pans" luxury yacht lovin' the christmas action, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:20, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

BUT U DUN NEED 2 WEEP
SHE IZ WIV DA ANGLES AND BABBY P AND JADE NOW
( Maladicta, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:31, Reply)

her pubes are in my wallet

(raymond "three griddle pans" luxury yacht lovin' the christmas action, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:38, Reply)

Chuck 'em on ebay, you'd make a bomb.

( Maladicta, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:40, Reply)

Never!

(raymond "three griddle pans" luxury yacht lovin' the christmas action, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:43, Reply)

Actually, this is not a bad idea
"Princess Di's pubes" with no reserve and a suitable disclaimer in very small print.
(raymond "three griddle pans" luxury yacht lovin' the christmas action, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:49, Reply)

And a few RIP blinky gifs in the item description.
You could make a fortune from some oversentimental mug souvenir collector.
( Maladicta, Sun 15 Nov 2009, 17:55, Reply)