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Post by Romeo Gupta Singh on Sept 21, 2010 19:13:12 GMT
You want to know what I would do if it was my last day alive? Honest to god I would grab my fat bitch of a wife by her moustache, Drag her to the floor and squat over her And then I would faeces (or poo-poos) last night's poorly digested excuse Of a vindaloo All over her ugly face And saggy fat tits, Before making her lick clean my ring-hole.
Honest to god I would
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Post by Barry Hodges on Sept 23, 2010 9:35:26 GMT
Do you really live in Bradford? I must post my poem about Bradford here as I am sure you will enjoy it. PS: This is an interesting poem and I look forward to reading more of your faeces (or poo-poos).
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Post by Baron von Rimjobski on Jan 6, 2011 19:55:53 GMT
I have never heard of the phrase "ring-hole" before. Thank you for drawing my attention to it.
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Post by Barry Hodges on Jan 7, 2011 23:06:25 GMT
I would avoid Bradford ring-holes if I were you, Herr Baron....
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