What about if, right, say you had just done a search for some Walsh trainers in the city

and were meandering down Gentleman's Walk and a curvaceous Emma wanged up right quick on her KYMCO Venom 250, went airborne right over the top of your Supra Society Mids, and bumped off the kerb, landed awkwardly, legs akimbo sending her fluttering skirt up her silken, milky thighs.

Would you pull her knickers to one side, lick her fanny patch like a cow at a saltlick and balance a ten pence piece on her funbutton or shimmy off right quick like the ridiculous ponce that you are to the alleyway leading to the Wine Press, stand on a table in the courtyard and dip your plums in a large glass of Merlot whilst singing 'Daytrip to Bangor'?

What if this had occurred on your trip into the fine city, which of the two courses of action open to you, do you think you might take?

hmmm?

hmmm?

well?

hmmm?

Posted By: malkybarkid, Jan 9, 12:16:16