Yeah you erd. Gymnasia for unkle bozzley. strutted in wearing just me wangers - beat them dudes at their own game. "Induct me, you meaty fucker" I instructed the instructioneer. And he fucking did. So i rowed and rode and then strutted back out, pants soaked through to me clegs and muscles rippling like the river don on a summers day. every monday and thursday till this body is beautiful. when ive got a tan and gonna workout in the nud. thats the only way these boys will rispek my temple.
ooh, im gonna ache in the morrow.
oh eye, and theres a family of frogs in the shed.
more on them laters,
out
2 comments:
I cannae believe that is true. Have you paid them money and everything?
Good on you with the wangers though, teach those monkeys a lesson
I scarperd before the fleecing bastards got me wallet. though I guess i'll have to cough up next time. darn it. still, theres a price to pay for my vanity and £4 a session just about covers it.
Those wangers were soiled - I sho' had the last laugh.
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