9/10. On the knees, fingers in the air, jizz in that sluts hair. This PB wearing quim was clocked in the alcohol section of Tesco’s, probably planning to drown her sorrows and her illegitimate child that night. I wouldn’t lose a wank over her demise.
My fucking brain hurts. What in the name of Kim Kardashians Cunt did I just watch.
4/10. Gloriously close, a finger in there would have been perfect, which is what I think she was saying to her boyfriend in the picture. Note his full tracksuit and her sideways pony tail, a sign these fucks should not breed and should not have been allowed out of their mothers vaginas, although he looks like he may have revisited it recently. Hahahahahahaha… incest.
Changed this from an 8 to a 4. No finger, no fun. Go fuck yourselves.
4/10. It’s an attempt at least, could have got a little closer with that gorgeous yellow finger. This waste of resources thought it was acceptable to waddle through the city carrying her meat pies and teenage angst in her Paul’s Boutique handbag, the cum slut. I’m pretty sure those bags are perfectly sized to carry a six foot piece of rope and directions to a beam capable of supporting your weight, #justsayin’.
9/10. The Platoon Boom, use it if you like. Shitting on the shrine of Paul himself. I felt compelled to stop, drop and fuck after seeing this wall of shit; which promptly induced ‘nam style flashbacks of PB clad shit-sluts. AND I QUOTE “Somebody once wrote, “Hell is the impossibility of reason.” That’s what this place feels like. Hell.” Too. fucking. right.