It was a diversionary red herring cunterance from your stolid clodding, which you came and stuck your big, meaty prick in. :?
Just remember the joyous little butterfly you released into the dusty, halitosis reeking accountancy office for it to collapse gasping and spluttering to the floor before being robotically scraped up by frigid, miserable spinster bitches and pinned straight into the logbooks to be neatly and efficiently filed away.
oh christ, another sucky fucky love fest with you eh? i am coming to Europe sometime soon. you better clean the sheets and get some fresh finger paints ready. i'll kindly bow out when the mushrooms take over your brains and come back to photograph the aftermath, if i am invited..
*takes deep breath... storms into accounts office.. tries to sneak past pair of prowling embittered harridans but is forced to deal a couple of swift and decisive kicks to the collective cunts cunts to stop them raising alarm... opens the "B" cabinet and extracts target for a swift uneventful evacuation* ok i've rescued your fucking butterfly... now go and get your toys back out...
Its entrails have burst clean out of its bottom and the blood and excretia have spattered its delicate, shimmering wings which twitch with the last remaining electrical charge to animate its tiny, now soulless body. No toys til a suitable period of mourning has been observed.
*Checks watch* Ok Pimp, that should do it. 8) How do you fancy a stick-on 'groucho marx glasses and nose' job next?
