The only skip will be the f**king beats of your heart as devestating haymakers land aots your grid and I f**king put you to sleep with a tiger uppercut, then drag you round the f**king ploughs beer garden in a headlock while some fat ole goth tart draws cocks on your fat gut in perple lippy.
You f**king whopper.
Posted By: MIKEWALKER, May 3, 11:28:48
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