Ok, what about if, right, say you had just bought a cardy in Hatters and were nipping into

Onry's for a quick pint when a fantastic brunette Gail wanged up right quick on her Nitrous Warhammer and pulled an Oxford Sphere right over the top of your Macbeth Eliots, shouted "Delicate ponce!", then landed wrong, sending her summer skirts up her thighs and legs akimbo.

Would you run off like some sort of prancing herdwick with ram crayon all over its arse up towards the Murderers, pull your pants down and do pilates outside the Castlegates, cock-a-flappy

or...

Would you tirelessly pull aside her cotton panties, look at her little man in a boat and then place twenty ten-pence pieces on her puffy futtock?

hmmm? hmmm?

So, what's it to be? Say you were in the fine city when this likely event occurred, which of the two, rather delightful courses of action, would you take?

well?

hmmm?

Posted By: malkybarkid, Nov 23, 15:09:00