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A game of twister was all the Vicar had intended, but as soon as he saw the small gaggle of 'ladies of the night' approach his front entrance, he couldn't resist
but admire the hairy thatch, his fingers, trembling with excitement, delved into the moist darkness that waited. Eagerly touching everything, meeting no resistance. Then something bit him!
So he made snappy movements at the air in the attempt to bite it back, until he overreached himself and fell flat on his face with a yelp.
What kind of right thinking person would have expected Rutger Hauer to be living in my underpants?
"I'll only live in your underpants if you'll fondle my todger after Evensong" shouted the old
and shrivelled Debbie Magie, meanwhile Paul looked on from his wretched dustbin, furiously caressing his Pork Banjo.
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