>Well well well if it isn’t my good friend Clorinde finally off duty from checking if the accused have their loiscence to live! Want a cuppa before we get started on our wibbly-wobbly-heavy breathy-beddy-bang-up? (Localisation for the rest of the world: sex). Love your knockers, simple as. Me breakfast sausage has got a good serving of discoloured ketchup to squirt onto your egg yolks. Ready love? Good, get your knickers off.
