Man-filth! For the Ladies!
On the telly between the two halves of Takeshi's Castle at teatime!
Men, in pants, gyrating their hips, as ancient sex-starved strumpets on holiday ogle up these poor men's lunchboxes!
Women who like to check out packages at IceLolly.com indeed.
Ice lolly?
Horny old crone crumpet off to Spain for a sucking of Miguel The Waiter's Mini-Milk as she pleasures herself with a Nobbly Bobbly, more like!
I don't want to be put off me tea by holidaying harlots with a Feast up her flange, a Cider Barrel up her cludge, and an Equadorian* mint Magnum up her minge.
Not to mention a Strawberry Mivvi** up her snatch when she's On The Blob.
At least MoneySupermarket has fatboy Epic Jeff surfin' birdin', without resorting to comparing his trunksnake to chocolate coated frozen Ben & Jizz's ice-mancream.
Ban this filth! Down with this sort of thing!
* EQUADOR! NOT ENCORE UNE FOIS! BUT BOTH BY SASH!
** OR STRAWBERRY SPLIT, IF YER A SOUTHERN JESSIE
