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Stick-leg and no ears lived in two adjoining Quality Street wrappers in a Turkish bus station
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| Oi, stick-leg, will you fucking shut it in there? I'm trying to have a wank. | |
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| Bollocks to that you dog-sucking come-guzzler, I've got a tart in here with flaps down to her Doc Martens and she's like a fucking bitch on heat | |
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As he listened to her screams from the bedroom, Stick-leg thought very carefully about what his neighbour was doing with the filthy Turkish slapper...
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| Oi, No-ears !Felch my glands and and do it to me in the back of the head like a stink-trolley | |
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In fact, he was so excited by her screams that he killed himself to death.....
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| Oh my God, I've just spunked up so much that I had to bash a nail into my head and kill myself. | |
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