“Of course we fucking can!” Inspector Head insisted, “Jesus wept!”
“I’ll have to ask Mr Head,” Sandra asked and paused, “Perhaps tomorrow?”
“Turn the bloody speaker phone on,” Inspector Head insisted. Xnxx com “Fucking me with his little cock,” Sandra replied. Tony caned the brakes and the mad bastard did a U ie and headed back the way we come, West bound on the Eastbound carriageway the wrong way up the fucking hard shoulder of the M62 at a ton ten and there’s no fucking hard shoulder under half the bridges. “Oh well never mind,” I said as I watched the control room team, “I guess I’ll wait down the Dog and Duck unless your ‘sopping hole’ needs attention eh Sharon?”
“I’d take you up on that if we didn’t have and audience!” Sharon replied, “Oops,” she says, duty calls, “Good Evening, Pedo Supplies, the North West’s premier supplier of Pedophile supplies, how may I help you?”
“Oh, I wanted a twenty seven by one and a quarter inner tube,” this guy asked, “Do I have the wrong number?”
“I’m afraid so sir, this is Pedophile supplies,” Sharon explained.
