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>>13855
>Alright, Liverpool, I'm out, aren't I? Big-fucking-purple aki! I'm looking for ang big 6'5 sweaty rhonestone rugby fellas. I'll come round the back of them and I'll throw me left arm on their bicep and then while they think I'm dipping them in the back pocket, I'll slip my purple fucking monkey paws right down in front of their gregory pecks, I wanna feel a bit of lint. My cock is fucking massive; I don't use batons I just whack people over the head with my 12 inch pork-sword, like a fucking bit of black pudding and a patt bloods the butchers. You'll see me in the magistrates court, monday morning, with me kelley's wines bag full at the Gay L's magazine – I love rugby fellas. Just come out at walton there, I done a few in there you'll be surprised who had eyes on, had frenchie bent over, in G-wing, didn't I? Pounding that little black ass of 'em