Brummy

Up and down. In and out. Shake it all about.

Then ejaculate into the foxes mouth. That's what terrier work is all about when you go with Simoman.

"Fucks sake Brummy hold that there vulpine steady I'm nearly there. Oooooooh mommy here it comes, uurrrggghhhh mooook baaahhhh SPLODGE"

See how the hunter lies in the foetal position weeping for mommy, his hands dr...

Simoman likes to drop acid, and stare at his toes until they turn into ferrets and then sings death metal songs backwards in a voice that sounds like Mike Tyson, then runs around in the front yard naked screaming "ET PHONE HOME" until the white van pulls into the driveway to take him for some nice medicine.

WILF practices self facials daily. He shoots his warm winky honey into his mouth and eyes whilst laughing and shouting "mead time for daddy".

He is very happy.

You can stick your snow up your baggy old cont and fukk off while you're at it you dumb fat dog shit !

Fat people should be rounded up and put in warehouses and made to ride exercise bikes all day until they are thin. This will create electricity for us all to use. If they refuse they will be melted down to make soap.

Ip dip dog shit, hanging on a ladies tit !

Wilf is always lying and making wild claims of past victoies. Claims such as "I invented the bath plug" etc are common.

However he's at his happiest when dipping his dirty conkers and bruised black pudding in a jug of warm custard whilst fingering his rusty bullet hole with a stick insect soaked in black treacle. Happy times mama !

Wilf is only aroused by old women on buses. He follows them around the shops until he's splodged in their shopping bags then he runs off to the library for a sleep.

Simoman likes sweaty mean biker boys ! They treat him rough like a mama !

If rimming is right. I am truly righteous as I am the leading rimmer in the Midlands region.

Milk my stem.

Bi Fat jew, dirty old shrew, lick my shoe you big smelly poo.

drink my winky sick you mothers !

Wilf crouches in trees chattering at squirrels and getting betting tips off them.

He is banned from every bookies in Christendom as a result.

Wilf breaks into hen houses in the dead of night dressed as Napoleon Bonaparte. He lies down in the hay and reads them beautiful love poetry, gaining their trust and making them vulnerable to his innermost lustful fancies.

When they are completely relaxed he springs his clever trap. One by one he makes love to them, licking their beaks until they orgasm.

He then squawks "Au revoir...

Up the Villa !

Bag of shit !

I have done 4 outdoor shits this weekend whilst out with the dogs.

Bukake is a filthy pastime for for fat people with very hairy bellies from what I've seen. Revolting.

Stabs you crazy Geordie............how goes it down there?

Just snapped off a monster. Big and brown. This one had a face and teeth.

Wilf lies in stubble fields gently tickling his testes satchel with a dead doe rabbits tail until his pink enemy twitches it's rich smelling poison onto his completely shaven body. He then get's up, wipes his pearly mess off with a baby badger and skips to the local hostelry to celebrate with a jar of locally brewed mead. He is a mystery man, a total hero !

work it, touch it, make it squirt the splodge !

Wilf lies in stubble fields gently tickling his testes satchel with a dead doe rabbits tail until his pink enemy twitches it's rich smelling poison onto his completely shaven body. He then get's up, wipes his pearly mess off with a baby badger and skips to the local hostelry to celebrate with a jar of locally brewed mead. He is a mystery man, a total hero !

Just done a really long thin shit.