for MHS
the daffs are dancing in the gale
daffs are dancing in the gale the
are dancing in the gale the daffs
dancing in the gale the daffs are
in the gale the daffs are dancing
the gale the daffs are dancing in
gale the daffs are dancing in the
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Showing posts with label Michelle Hudson-Shore. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 17 April 2013
Wednesday, 10 April 2013
10TH APRIL 2013
for CF, MH-S, SB, AG, MF, LCB
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
I have thrown my tea on the floor
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
I have thrown my tea on the floor
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
I have thrown my tea on the floor
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
I have thrown my tea on the floor
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
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Tuesday, 18 September 2012
THAT'S TORN IT
for MH-S
If the Minister of State for Health dropped his keys
in the street outside his home and bent from his back
and not from his knees as we're told, then his trousers
would stretch over his arse and rip. And the cameras
would catch it in a battering of flashbulbs and the hacks
would laugh at the red lipstick print emblazoned
across both cheeks as if they'd been kissed. His wife
would stand in the window aghast, while tatters
of fabric flapped round his bum before tumbling down
to his ankles. A leveller this. Stood in the street,
feeling the breeze on your balls and your thin thighs
twitching like a giraffe standing after just being born.
If the Minister of State for Health dropped his keys
in the street outside his home and bent from his back
and not from his knees as we're told, then his trousers
would stretch over his arse and rip. And the cameras
would catch it in a battering of flashbulbs and the hacks
would laugh at the red lipstick print emblazoned
across both cheeks as if they'd been kissed. His wife
would stand in the window aghast, while tatters
of fabric flapped round his bum before tumbling down
to his ankles. A leveller this. Stood in the street,
feeling the breeze on your balls and your thin thighs
twitching like a giraffe standing after just being born.
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