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50 minutes ago, Frank said:

You might not have a musical note in your lost soul, but when we eventually meet, I'd be disappointed if you're not the spitting image of Peter Green's old side kick.. Nigel Watson

 

You’ll be disappointed.

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15 hours ago, Frank said:

She's a sweet, sweet girl. I'm not too shy when it comes to NS footwork. Might do a video over the weekend.

I wouldn't risk it Frank.

Are you sure your pasty, white pot-belly, is up to being exposed to the midday sun? 🌞

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I've taken the trouble to translate this one for you @ChildeHarold. It's right up your alley...

 

One was fifteen, the other was sixteen;
Both slept in the same room.
It was a very muggy evening in September
Frail, blue eyes, strawberry redness.

Each one left, to make themselves comfortable,
The fine shirt with the fresh scent of amber.
The youngest extends her arms and arches her back,
And her sister, with her hands on her breasts, kisses her,

Then falls to his knees, then becomes fierce
And tumultuous and crazy, and her mouth
Dive under the blond gold, into the gray shadows;

And the child, during this time, lists
On her cute fingers promised waltzes,
And, pink, smiles with innocence.

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58 minutes ago, Frank said:

 

I've taken the trouble to translate this one for you @ChildeHarold. It's right up your alley...

 

One was fifteen, the other was sixteen;
Both slept in the same room.
It was a very muggy evening in September
Frail, blue eyes, strawberry redness.

Each one left, to make themselves comfortable,
The fine shirt with the fresh scent of amber.
The youngest extends her arms and arches her back,
And her sister, with her hands on her breasts, kisses her,

Then falls to his knees, then becomes fierce
And tumultuous and crazy, and her mouth
Dive under the blond gold, into the gray shadows;

And the child, during this time, lists
On her cute fingers promised waltzes,
And, pink, smiles with innocence.

Reported.

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56 minutes ago, Frank said:

 

I've taken the trouble to translate this one for you @ChildeHarold. It's right up your alley...

 

One was fifteen, the other was sixteen;
Both slept in the same room.
It was a very muggy evening in September
Frail, blue eyes, strawberry redness.

Each one left, to make themselves comfortable,
The fine shirt with the fresh scent of amber.
The youngest extends her arms and arches her back,
And her sister, with her hands on her breasts, kisses her,

Then falls to his knees, then becomes fierce
And tumultuous and crazy, and her mouth
Dive under the blond gold, into the gray shadows;

And the child, during this time, lists
On her cute fingers promised waltzes,
And, pink, smiles with innocence.

Leo’s a nonce… no surprise there. Look at the filthy fucking cunt.

 You should be ashamed of yourself.

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1 minute ago, Eric Cuntman said:

Leo’s a nonce… no surprise there. Look at the filthy fucking cunt.

 You should be ashamed of yourself.

I only reported frank because childeharold would not be interested in girls that old…

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23 minutes ago, Mrs Roops said:

Guys, can we stop the indirect paedo accusations? Ta. OTOH there are one or two punters who are provocatively painting targets on their backs and that should stop as well.

Not guilty!

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8 hours ago, Frank said:

 

I've taken the trouble to translate this one for you @ChildeHarold. It's right up your alley...

 

One was fifteen, the other was sixteen;
Both slept in the same room.
It was a very muggy evening in September
Frail, blue eyes, strawberry redness.

Each one left, to make themselves comfortable,
The fine shirt with the fresh scent of amber.
The youngest extends her arms and arches her back,
And her sister, with her hands on her breasts, kisses her,

Then falls to his knees, then becomes fierce
And tumultuous and crazy, and her mouth
Dive under the blond gold, into the gray shadows;

And the child, during this time, lists
On her cute fingers promised waltzes,
And, pink, smiles with innocence.

Brandi Love? 

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