"He looked like the poet Shelley after a big night out with Lord Byron."

P.G.Wodehouse


maanantai 7. helmikuuta 2011

How do you mean, got her?

He swam underwater towards me, slowly observing, like a shark lurking on its prey. When he surfaced, he said to me smiling contently: "I can see your crackle (meaning my butt-crack)."    

By Crumpet

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