Post by larry lurch on Sept 29, 2010 17:31:13 GMT
I went downe the pub the other day with me mates
To see if i coulld pick up a bird for the nite
As it woud stop me from doing a master bates
Cuz at my ripe old age that now just aint rite!
Their was this bint their and she was'nt at all bad
She had a nice pair of nocckers on her I coud see
I bourght her a couple pints of cyder as an investmint
And she agreed to come back to my pad with me!
We got into the bed and I was qiet shocked 2 C
That she had shaived of all of her public hare
I had never seen a pussyflapps hareless befour
As usually my birds have a lot of fuzz down their!
But that was not the worst of it, oh blimy no,
She had a huge weeping boyle on one of her arse cheaks
And I new I woud have to change my lifetime habbit
Of not changeing the sheets for at leasta coupla weaks!
After we had had a coupla bonks and a gobble as well
I chucked her owt of the door as she stunk a bit
And not only had her boyle bled on my frigging sheats
The filthy cow had left behind some streaks of her faeces (or poo-poos)!
So thats the end of the story of my most dud pickup
And it certinly taut me a real good lessin
A lessin I shall remembar till my dieing day:
Picking up a minger bird can be a micksed blessin!
