What if, right, say you had just been looking at poncestuff in the window of Gallyons on

Bedford Street and turned to head up to Frank's Bar for a lunchtime livener, when a lithesome Charlotte wanged up right quick on her Redline Team Carbon Pro XL, pulled an epic 540 right over the top of your LeBron Xs, caught the kerb, went flying, sending her summer skirt fluttering up her silken thighs and landed legs akimbo.

Would you pull her white, cotton Sloggis to one side and lap away at her warm vulva like a cow at a saltlick whilst thumbing her button of fun or would you look sheepish and then run off like a ninny and bend over in front of the window of the Wild Man, drop your s**t jeans, sing songs of freedom in a high-pitched voice and dance like a t**t?

Say this event had befallen you on a walk into our fine city, which of the two courses of action do you think you would take?

hmmmmmm?

hmmmmmm?

well?

what's it to be?

Posted By: malkybarkid, Feb 7, 14:11:32