RIGHT THAT'S IT. THE GLOVES ARE OFF! FROM NOW ON, I'M JUST GOING
TO SAY WHAT I THINK!
Nurse, it's time for DL's injection!
To help equality and human rights I'd pump her.
No, it's just you DL; sorry, but there you go.
Fred, Not more of that Bromide, I can't take anymore, let me out......!
Tiger, you're a mate. Can I go first though, you'll fucking ruin her. Guy says to his ex-wife's new husband, "how's the second hand fanny". "Oh, fine, he says once you get past the first 3 inches it's brand new"!
Banned, I can't help having urges to shag polite, powerful women politicians. I really fancied Currie until that Major bastard sarted shagging her.
Dark, I’m sure that the High Priestess of British Feminism (Harriet Harman) likes a bit of rough, she is married to Jack Dromey after all but I think your chances are zero. Harman is a feminist fascist and your views and hers would be a little different and might lead to a certain amount of strife; she was also a supporter of paedophiles when she was legal officer of the National Council for Civil Liberties, the Gay rights sub-committee was a packed with very unsavoury people and she actively supported them and you wouldn’t like that.On the other hand you might like the fact that she is posh totty; Lord Longford was Harman's uncle and the writers Thomas Pakenham, Rachel Billington and Lady Antonia Fraser are her cousins. Harman is great-granddaughter of Arthur Chamberlain and Louisa Kenrick. Arthur was the brother of Joseph who served under Gladstone and Salisbury. Louisa's cousin, Harriet, married Joseph and they were the parents of Austen, Chancellor of the Exchequer and Foreign Secretary. Louisa's sister Florence married him after Harriet's death. They were the parents of Neville, Prime Minister from 1937 to 1940. Another Harman great-grandfather was a wealthy paper merchant.She is notoriously difficult to get on with – she is disorganised and never wrong, self opinionated and very strongly feminist.Ironically a year or two locked in the bunker under your but and ben might be good for her but if I were you I would keep my tiny thistle under my kilt, she'd have your nuts on tatty scones soon as look at you.
Souters, fuck me. I just want to shag her not debate with her at the Oxford union!
Stouters, Anyway who says I'm rough. I can have a very sophisticated line of patter when I put my mind to it. Anyway they say opposites attract!
I'm with you DL but you just know that there'll be wayleaves to sign, risk assessments and method statements before you even get a feel, a hooman rights lecture halfway through and a powerpoint presentation at the end to go through key performance indicators instead of a fag.And I bet she'd make you lay in the wet patch.
Headson, I remember when I met my wife in the 70s. All that shite aftershave was all the rage. I remember saying to her as we dances arm in arm, "Can you smell my Brut"? "Smell it? I can feel the fucking thing pressing into my leg"!So when old Harriet got a length of the mighty weapon, she would be so shocked and stunned, all she would be able to do is moan. As in "see that David Cameron....". BTW there wouldn't be a wet patch, she'd be getting it all and it wouldn't appear again for a fortnight!
LOL, I thought Brut was only ever used to cover up the whiff of smegma!As for the moaning, it'd be about the points on her license.
Headson, I used to be a Fishmerchant, so the Brut was handy for 'splashing all over', if you're old enough to remember the Henry Cooper ads. Don't worry, she'll get an official car from now on.
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