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dubhead
22 hours ago
Straight Male, 56
0 km · Dublin

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neither Col they're yuck !!!! lol lol ....only joking !! Macaroon Bars. Trifle or Tart ?
....still trying to work out which girl I'd like in my stocking....decisions,decisions,decisions.
I have two: Wham ..... Last Xmas and Shane McGowan .....Fairy tale of New York
Having trawled though my to do list, my hit list and my wish list, I find that I need a year with at least twenty month !!!!
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Dubhead I've seen pigs swim and no problems experienced in fact they like swimming!

Sparks I think we're both right....pigs can swim and love swimming but if they swim for too long the hooves on their front feet will eventually cut their necks.
This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters. Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing scloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot. At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go. Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite whice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity.. At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. 'Mist all chucking frighty!!!' said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, and losing her slass glipper. The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fassive mart. 'Who's fust jarted?' asked the prandsome hince. 'Blame that fugly ucker over there!' said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk. Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly. Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny! THE END.
If a pig tries to swin He'll cut his throat with his front feet !!! Amber...if you scratch my back guess what would straighten bolt
Des, brilliant...watched it eleven times, Eden you're so naughty!!!!! Bitten