Say, right, what if you were in Bedford Street having just done a sip of a drink in

Frank's Bar and a frightened Gwen skipped up, t**tted over on the cobbles, pulled your shorts down as she fell over and reached up and smeared some Jamaican Me Crazy on the front of your pants.

Would you pull your shorts up right quick, run into Gerald's and say to the bookseller woman "Give us a cloth , you sour-faced bint" or would you lie down next to the Gwen, pull her skirts up and balance your phone on her puffy vulva?

hmmm? hmmm?

Posted By: malkybarkid, Oct 14, 11:45:04