What bliss it would be to kiss, a glass or two of gin, even tarter than your quim and I'd rather kiss a keg of stout than plant one on your mouth. My my fine ladies must wonder, why I'd have to be at the point of a chunder to think of going there.
Sidenote: How the fuck did they expect to get laid without the men being smashed? No chance of an Australian kiss either
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