We live in 2015. There’s simply no need for a ‘hello’. Introductions are so passé. And you can save the small talk for your barber. The world is far too fast-paced to be wasting time with all that shit (no pun intended). Which is why ‘filthy’ decided to get straight to the point…
Yeah I wanna see you do that mother-fucker. He was all game at first, and now she’s thinking about the crescendo in Come On Eileen and quivering.
Sent in from Phil, London.
Had a nastay request? Divulge, dear.
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