What about if, right, say, yeah - you had just done a purchase of a Defense Carbon Slub

Military Parka in Freight Grey by Ma.Strum (the Massimo Osti Archive) from Philip Browne and were walking down Lower Goat Lane when a winsome Bethan wazzed up right quick on her Roces MG Ones, did a Beraniflip, Crooked Spin and Bio 540 right over the top of your Basket II Bodes, landed wrong, sending her summer skirts asunder up her milky thighs and shouted "Boi, you like a sick joke to me!"

Would you run off, at speed, like some sort of flat-heeled f**kwit down Lobster Lane, across Exchange Street, down Bedford Street, go right near the window of Catfish, undress and pirouette for three minutes singing "I told you homeboy you can't touch this. Yeah that's how we're livin' and you know u can't touch this. Look in my eyes man you can't touch this" like the secret ponce you are?

Or.... would you unhurriedly pull her knickers to one side, muff her out, cover her soft, wet pudenda with a polystyrene cup off the market and leave silently?

hmmm? hmmm?

Say that the above likely event happened to you, which of the two courses of action do you think you would take?

hmmm?

well?

Posted By: malkybarkid, Dec 15, 13:14:13