There was once a big fat troll that that wanted a Focus but couldn't afford the mk2. So bought a micra and ended up parking it in my white round two man tent made of spam. Michael Jackson arrived with a type writer in his boot. He then grabbed hold of a turquiose thong slipped it on and bent over. He soon realised there were peanuts coming out of his middle finger which he ate using a fork. Afterwards he went and sang along with that bloody high pitched and sweeties for Bubbles the monkey! And a found a milltek butt plug that sent his blood pressure up through the roof where santa was emptying his sack over the face of of Coleen Rooney. She lapped up the love juice squirming in complete disgust, it tasted like moldy spam from her sisters hubby's cousin's sisters' used spermicidal durex borrowed from a bench laying tramp from whitstable. However the main problem was that he only had one testicle so the local kebab shop sold him chicken parmo with thousand island sauce out of the large broken bottle that was used at Ford Fair for urine samples. Oh no what is that smell said the matron, "its a pikey eating peanuts from robs misuses s**t". All the sudden I found a big curly pube that wasn't mine it was santa's little elf's. WTF


Excellent work as usual people, outstanding work