October 27, 2008 | Leave a comment Wack, wack, wack, spank that monkey until it’s dead, he’s had forty girlfriends but they’ve all been in his head. Girls from television, girls he met at work, the lass from the opticians with that nearly-open shirt. Bang bang bang, it’s great surfing on the ‘net, look at mucky pictures “you derty felthy get”. Sticky tacky keyboard, an accidental shot, crunchy paper hankies, trust me, it isn’t snot. The lovely ladies’ pictures have no sense of style or fashion, there are no barriers to imaginary palmist passion. No art of conversation, no need to buy them drinks, fine for all perversion, at least that’s what he thinks. He’s fapping and he’s slapping to a passionate crescendo too bad he never noticed the face staring at the window. Share on Facebook