Not just mugged, but downright fisted in the butt hole. Bent over a barrel with our rusty sheriff's badges exposed waiting to be pummelled by their thrustic manhood. And before you know it, you've had your last copy of Amateur Photographer and jar of hand cream snatched from your grasp and hurried away into the night leaving you a burnt-out broken-down husk.
And then you watch Leeds lose to Southampton.
PD x
MUGGED
posted on 3/3/12
PD, I dearly hope that NW reads yours comments.
If he does, I know he will want to don his LUFC leotard on, oil himself up, and gyrate to 'Marching On Together' from here to eternity. You are a genius Sir.
posted on 3/3/12
Hey, Benny speaks my language. I certainly understand him more than others on here who talk about this "football" thing.
posted on 3/3/12
batty,
Pop the tiger back in the cage, I don't wanna rip another pair of pants.
posted on 3/3/12
My tiger or yours? Now I think about it, ripping my pants or yours?
posted on 3/3/12
Come on, batts. We're both yanking the same plank.
posted on 3/3/12
Sorry PD, it's all this NW excitement.
Got me all of a tizzy. I get confused easily.
posted on 3/3/12
Excitement and confusion combine to create a special moment in a man's life which usually ends with a quick bum in the bushes and a little slap and ball tickle.
posted on 3/3/12
That or a game of table tennis.
posted on 3/3/12
Highland - apologies buddy - it's so easy to get carried away but you just have to hand it (?!) to PD he just casts away any inhibitions that the rest of us might have and is basically a free pumping spirit who loves the LEEDS !!!!
posted on 3/3/12
Free pumping is right.