russ has basicly decided he's the best fighter on the internet and callum is ****ing ****ing himself.
You must be carrying a cock like a giant redwood if you managed to split auld Cheddar Gorge in twain.
Funnily enough, she insisted I go up the arse - something to do with her fanny not working or something. It in no way reminded me of the Irvine Welsh story set in Amsterdam
I can remember the one where the fella gets turned into a fly and gets squished by his maw who is pumpin his da up the arse with a strap on. "****e in ma mooth!" Canny remember what it was called though.