<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Extremly FUCKED OFF Wank: What will I have to do then?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> You can come and see me, we'll sit on the beach eating fresh oysters and drinking guiness, and you can rub lard into my hairy back to stop me from getting sunburn. After I've used your thong as dental floss we can go on a rampage, trashing all the hotels along the seafront before we finally make noisy rampant love on the Perth central rail station, platform number 2. After I noisily deposit my muck inside your sweet smelling coochie, I'll fall asleep in your arms whilst still inside you.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by myself: You can come and see me, blah, blah, yadder, yadder, yadder<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Or not, as the case may be.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Splattery Goodness: That was so romantic....<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Yeah! The old dears at the community bingo hall call me the silver-tongued-charmer.
