our Prime Minster is? Has he just handed the whole show over to Dom Cumstains (beanie hat wearing, scruffy páedo looking çunt that he is)?
our Prime Minster is? Has he just handed the whole show over to Dom Cumstains (beanie hat wearing, scruffy páedo looking çunt that he is)?
He's in a snooker club in Cricklewood, h, enjoying a couple of cheeky frames and a lager or two while Carrie is off getting her minge freshly waxed. Later I understand they are going to order in a lamb bhuna and, to start the weekend right, engage in a little bit the jiggy-jiggy.Quote:
Originally Posted by Herbert Augustus Chapman
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Can't say I blame him c though I would urge her to skip the waxing.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
I wonder if he gets ripped around the helmet by her teeth? Imagine trying to run the country with a bleeding bell end.Quote:
Originally Posted by Herbert Augustus Chapman
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Originally Posted by Sir C
There is a snooker club in Cricklewood?
Well, stone me. I lived near there for 4 years and never knew that.
No c. My contacts tell me Boris is pitifully endowed so Carrie's jaw can cope no problem. And by all account he barely touches the sides even when they do botty rudies.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sir C
It's a secret snooker club, a. You can't have all and sundry playing snooker next to the prime minister and the Duke of Edinburgh!Quote:
Originally Posted by Alberto Balsam Rodriguez
Now I've said too much.
Enjoying his Christmas holiday. Like all good folk.Quote:
Originally Posted by Herbert Augustus Chapman