Been quiet for a few weeks. Still packing giant dildos for Mrs Summers in her warehouse. The head of human resources told me last week she hadn't seen a man handle a cock as gently since her uncle came with her family on a caravan holiday up in the Lakes. I think it was a compliment. Whatever it was, it's going on the new press material.
Malcolm Powder finished his community service and to celebrate he boosted a Vauxhall Corsa from the Woolworth's car park and we headed off for the day, Martin in the back. We headed over the border to the Yorkshire Air Museum.
What a load of shite! We paid £5 each and some cocky bollocks showed us through a door and pointed at the sky. "There you go. Now fuck off" he chimed. Bloody Yorkshire. I hate them as much as I do Londoners. And Blacks...
The outdoor apparel shop never had my size of cagoule. Bastards.
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