Good evening. In the softly spoken words of Sidney Wang, ‘Conversation like television set on honeymoon: unnecessary.’
But this latest shot from our gallant lads in training must be worth a punt at the old caption comperoonie.
The winner of the funniest suggestion wins a set of autographed dentures belonging to David Gold. Second prize is a fortnight for two in Mr Gold’s panic room. Third prize is 3 entire minutes in the company of David Sullivan.
The judges decision is final. Your home may be at risk if you go out leaving all the doors and windows open.
GB: You can shag my wife too!
Looking forward to getting my prize in six months as I just got my book today from six months ago.I told you harry about the post over here didnt I.lOOKING FORWARD TO FEEDING GOLD TO THE SHARKS WHEN HE GETS HERE. :freu
The Bandar Log is saying iv’e got a tit growing out of my belly button
I can sing higher than you,’cause my Balls are this high…. ps. only want the dentures if they are sunk into Karens arse.
GB: Ah, so I see you’re worried about breast sagging as well, Heurelho, what’s your secret?
HG: My name is Gomes!