Old school poll, Awimb: I’m In the pub. Going up for a pint now (Aspall’s cider,

[Burney]

I take exception to this slur on such women. The council house tarts I first dined on tended to keep the velvet in pristine condition as they expected to be called into action at a moment's notice at anytime as it were.

The girl I mentioned with the garlic aroma that could level Tacoma could proudly trace her lineage back to french aristocracy and was reading philosophy at The Sorbonne

Yes, h, but you do have to bear in mind that, as a horny-handed son of toil yourself, your sensibilities were bound to be rather less delicate than mine at a similar age. You were almost certainly inured to foul stenches by your childhood clambering over bomb sites, father having his weekly bath in the front parlour, outside privies and spam for dinner.
I was made of more refined stuff and thus ill-prepared for the reeking clunge of a girl who I assume to have been raised mostly on pies.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

Well quite b. Having been raised on tripe and onions, the cleft of venus would taste really rather delicate. And don't forget, the maidens in question will have been used to being prepared having been perpetually molested by their cousins and brothers.

[Chief Arrowhead]

Well quite b. Having been raised on tripe and onions, the cleft of venus would taste really rather delicate. And don't forget, the maidens in question will have been used to being prepared having been perpetually molested by their cousins and brothers.

Seems to me this thread could be the inspiration for an aspiring entrepreneur. Vag flavoured crisps! You have your council house vag crisps, Home County Public School crisps, French bourgeois crisps, etc.