What about if, right, say you had just bought some mint desert boots from Dogfish and were

meandering up Bedford Street towards the Wild Man and Shears when a precocious Melanie wanged up to you right quick on her Zero Brockman Flashback and did a method air grab right over the top of your Saucony Jazz originals, shouted "Eat that you mother!" and then landed wrong with her miniskirted legs akimbo.

Would you run off crying like the stupid little girl that you are - down St Andrew's Hill and go right close to the window of The Dog House and do some sort of f**king mincer dance with flowers in your hair?

Or... would you release her bulbous fanny from its cotton prison and braid her curly tresses so it resembled a magical arbour, then lick the slit?

hmmm? hmmm?

What's it to be? In the event of this likely scenario happening, which course of action do you think you might take?

hmmm?

Posted By: malkybarkid, Nov 18, 13:25:46