Post by Douglas Ramsbottom on Sept 21, 2010 10:47:36 GMT
I was strolling along the beach the other day
and I met this guy walking towards me.
He was tall, slim and very handsome
and he had an enormous lump in his pants
but he had an incredibly tiny head.
The size of an apple, and not a big apple at that.
I couldn't help staring and he returned my stare.
Sheepishly.
"You're wondering about my head, aren't you?"
he said in a friendly sort of way,
speaking out of his tiny mouth.
"Well, yes, I am.
I'm sorry for staring, but, well, it's a bit unusual,
having a head the size of a medium sized
Cox's Pippin."
"It's a sad story," he said.
"I was walking along this same beach
just a couple of weeks ago and I saw this bottle
lying by the sea shore, like a washed up turd.
I opened it just in case there might be a message
from some maiden in distress, hoping for a make love roughly."
"And?" I interjected eagerly.
"Well, bugger me, my old mate,
but out popped this gorgeous female genie, stark bloody naked.
Huge tits, luscious thighs, dripping puss
and she was giving me the old vertical smile.
An absolute fucking cracker!"
I enquired what the tart has said.
And my new companion explained
he had three wishes, but he should make it snappy,
as she was bursting for a dump.
"Well my first wish was to be incredibly handsome," he continued,
"Tall, slim and good-looking. And as you can see, she granted that wish. My second wish was to have an enormous penis. And she granted that wish too. You want to have a look?"
"No thanks, mate, I'll give that one a miss,
although judging from the bulge in your breeks,
you've got a fucking whopper down there. And the third wish?"
This was the sad bit of the wanderer's tale
and he sorrowfully admitted
"So I said to her, 'Now how about giving me a little head?'
and, bugger me, that's what the whore did."
and I met this guy walking towards me.
He was tall, slim and very handsome
and he had an enormous lump in his pants
but he had an incredibly tiny head.
The size of an apple, and not a big apple at that.
I couldn't help staring and he returned my stare.
Sheepishly.
"You're wondering about my head, aren't you?"
he said in a friendly sort of way,
speaking out of his tiny mouth.
"Well, yes, I am.
I'm sorry for staring, but, well, it's a bit unusual,
having a head the size of a medium sized
Cox's Pippin."
"It's a sad story," he said.
"I was walking along this same beach
just a couple of weeks ago and I saw this bottle
lying by the sea shore, like a washed up turd.
I opened it just in case there might be a message
from some maiden in distress, hoping for a make love roughly."
"And?" I interjected eagerly.
"Well, bugger me, my old mate,
but out popped this gorgeous female genie, stark bloody naked.
Huge tits, luscious thighs, dripping puss
and she was giving me the old vertical smile.
An absolute fucking cracker!"
I enquired what the tart has said.
And my new companion explained
he had three wishes, but he should make it snappy,
as she was bursting for a dump.
"Well my first wish was to be incredibly handsome," he continued,
"Tall, slim and good-looking. And as you can see, she granted that wish. My second wish was to have an enormous penis. And she granted that wish too. You want to have a look?"
"No thanks, mate, I'll give that one a miss,
although judging from the bulge in your breeks,
you've got a fucking whopper down there. And the third wish?"
This was the sad bit of the wanderer's tale
and he sorrowfully admitted
"So I said to her, 'Now how about giving me a little head?'
and, bugger me, that's what the whore did."
