I love chav birds!!!
There go on I've said it. Now it's your turn to confess.
I love tarty slutty birds who say things like cor, blimey and triffic. I like birds with tatoos (well small ones). I like birds that aren't the brightest (makes me feel more intelligent, wouldn't take much I know). I don't mind shaven fannies. I love working class girls from council estates (not working girls) and numerous other chav bird traits.
Phew!!! Glad I've got that off my chest as it's been weighing me down for a while.
Now go on slate me. I'd be disappointed if you didn't.
PS. Someone forewarn the cardiac unit as the Officer might be on his way.
I Have A Confession To Make
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Re: I Have A Confession To Make
I know what you mean. I share your fetish.
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Jock Strap
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Re: I Have A Confession To Make
It's like the toff in You Rang M'Lord who was always fancying the young female servants.
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Re: I Have A Confession To Make
"cor, blimey and triffic!!!" you've actually heard chav birds speak like this?!!! you'd be hard-pushed to hear the filthy burberry-wearing, rockport-loving chav scum of manchester speaking like that; they're more likely to say "he' y'are dickhead, u got a light?".....
besides wasn't "triffic" rodney's buzz-word???
besides wasn't "triffic" rodney's buzz-word???
"I've met the man in the street, and he's a cunt." Sid Vicious
Re: I Have A Confession To Make
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Ey argh mush,
y'git a fooking light dik ead...
ay traarrcey g'me the fooking whaart litening ye skanky slaaaaag
on the upside end of the night, 19 pints of larger, a filthy ass chav bird at back of the club, then a spicey kebab to get rid of the cider and black taste from kisisng it, and what can ya say
Ey argh mush,
y'git a fooking light dik ead...
ay traarrcey g'me the fooking whaart litening ye skanky slaaaaag
on the upside end of the night, 19 pints of larger, a filthy ass chav bird at back of the club, then a spicey kebab to get rid of the cider and black taste from kisisng it, and what can ya say
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