Remind us... how and why did you begin to refer to me as Quentin? Let me tell everyone. It was at a time when you presumed me to have gone to public school, and Quentin was the fictional character that you dreamed up as a ***got with whom I was supposed to have engaged in acts of buggery. In other words, you dreamed up a homo-erotic adventure about someone you had never met, involving the act of one schoolboy shoving his cock up the arse of another schoolboy. Cocks and arseholes. These are the thoughts that have dominated your thinking since LCFC has been in the Prem.
Cool story Quentin ... but the reality is much simpler ... Quentin Crisp ... thinly sliced, deeply fried spud ... after the countless times you've been diced and frazzled by my wit ... That said Quents, I quite like your story ...hints at a lot of unresolved issues ... including being able to dish out nicknames but not being able to take them. A psychologist would likely make a link with your poor loser syndrome, Quents PS wasn't it Rupert that was your lover at public school?
What is the formula for a good jizz chin? What makes one better than another. There must be a science behind this.
Nope, didn't catch any of that, apart from the last line. Yes, I am reminded now, how you constructed your homo-erotic fantasy around me. It is highly amusing, Bambs. Thanks for that.
A good dimple does permit a gent to rest his weapon, cigarette-in-ashtray style, both before and after ejaculation.
