What about if, right, say you had just done a pint in the garden of the Plough, in the sun

and were making your way down St Benedicts towards the X Bells when a flustered Helen whizzed up right quick on her Sacrifice AK-115, mounted the kerb and pulled a rad nose manual (Endo) right over the top of your SUPRA S1Ws, landing awkwardly, legs akimbo, outside Umberto's, causing her floaty summer dress to ride up her silken thighs, revealing a pair of Roza Sarina lace knickers.

Would you balance an orange tictac on her pudendum and kiss her face gently or would you t**tskip off like some sort of arse cactus, bang into the window of Boats 'n' Bits, lower your jeans and riverdance like a shamefaced ponce in your pants?

Say you had ventured into this fine city of ours and this unlikely event had befallen you, which of the two courses of action presented above do you think you might take?

hmmm? hmmm?

well?

Posted By: malkybarkid, Sep 17, 16:21:50