I can picture it now
Your beedy little eyes glowing like coals in the darkness of a Yate's.
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WormuIus, Thu 21 May 2009, 9:15,
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When am I ever not wanking when I reply to you?
Your sloping forehead, your sweaty palms, the layer of dew-like milm that coats your pallid flesh.
You are sex made flesh.
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WormuIus, Thu 21 May 2009, 9:24,
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