So its 1956,
I'm on a camel talking with my friend Rupert, in the Bajari desert of the fukii people, in Asia.When, Rupie, jumps off his fucking camel and starts boffing mine, which makes for discomfort atop the damn thing. I shouted "Rupie, stop boffing my fucking camel are you insane!", but he carried on regardless, whilst my buttocks were getting a real pounding. "Rupie, stop boffing the fucking camel, have a wank like a gentleman!". To this he replied "I'm not just boffing it, I've got an itch down there, I had to ease the irritability somehow!" whilst thrusting away. By this point I felt awfully sore and again shouted "Rupie stop boffing the fucking thing my arse can't take any more!", well, Rupert groaned in satisfaction and fell to the floor, and I got my camel to trod upon him till he was dead. His wife never liked that story.
6 comments:
who is this fat bastard?
I'm a lady, and find this very offensive. what a fucking fat twat this bloke is.
Can't understand why his wife didn't like that story, he sounds like a right Cunt. If there's one thing you don't do in the desert it's boff another man's camel.
Check out
http://si-is-a-cock.blogspot.com/
if you haven't already. Just a little side project to try and raise awareness of his condition.
Well, you're quite right there Manny. Are you still coming round for the porn and wine tasting evening in your blanket?
Well I don't think we'll fit the tv and all in my blanket and am concerned about wine spillage so probably not. I have also heard you have crabs, in the eyes as well.
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