the juicy loins
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the juicy loins
sprinkled with Tabasco
bumping post count
'cos you'll never
no you'll never
post facile drivel
AOS Kop Choir?
calm down calm
Green Army! you...
nasty little bogey
hanging like lemon-curd
anyone remember "slime"
or quim jelly?
like green ectoplasm
engulfing her rim
back to sex ;)
Mrs Whitehouse gasped
as-big-Barry-thrusted
his dibber into
Mary's saggy slot
her corset burst
and out poured
Lord Longford who
had been marinating
his false teeth
in beaver flange-fluid
Wiping his glasses
of slimy effluent
like Zebediah Twine
likes to whine
he profusely apologised
for dribbling phlegm
on her stomach
, lying there like
a dogs breakfast
"Oh Feck" he said
i've fucking well-fucked-it-good-this-time
"Language" said Mary
as she plunged
a finger up
and leg down
whilst passing wind
shnortling the aromatic
god awful stench
reminding me of
but then bringing
up my dinner
in sealed pouches
microwave on full
and retire immediately