What about if, right, say you had just done a boozedrink in the Plough and were sauntering

up St Benedict's towards the city when, just outside Cash Converters, whilst you were staring at a stuffed lion in the window, a lithe Bridget thundered up right quick on her FBM Warbird and did a Squeakerson right over the top of your Whirlwind Jamaicas and landed awkwardly sending her billowing skirts up above her milky thighs.

Would you zoom off, skipping like some sort of c**t, right up to The Rumsey and piss near the lights or would you pull her sloggis to one side, part her bushy fanny hair and press a lollipop stick with a joke on it, down onto her slippy funbutton?

hmmm?

hmmm? hmmm?

well?

Just say that this incident occurred when you were in the Fine City one day, which of the two courses of action do you think you might take?

hmmm?

Posted By: malkybarkid, Apr 18, 12:39:06