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There's a pile of scrap timber, rubble and general turds in the road opposite my work with a hand-written sign reading "Free Shed". Tell us about random, completely hatstand stuff and people you've seen
Suggested by Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 11:38)
There's a pile of scrap timber, rubble and general turds in the road opposite my work with a hand-written sign reading "Free Shed". Tell us about random, completely hatstand stuff and people you've seen
Suggested by Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 11:38)
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The cocksock blows in the breeze
I find a good reason to sleaze
At the floozy on the heap
Who is twelve inches deep
With a sexful chance of disease
Did I mention she's a slag
With a fanny like a bag
Don't stick it up her flume
Because you'll come away with a weeping penis full of regret
( , Fri 22 Apr 2011, 12:58, 1 reply)
The cocksock blows in the breeze
I find a good reason to sleaze
At the floozy on the heap
Who is twelve inches deep
With a sexful chance of disease
Did I mention she's a slag
With a fanny like a bag
Don't stick it up her flume
Because you'll come away with a weeping penis full of regret
( , Fri 22 Apr 2011, 12:58, 1 reply)
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