The prostitute was a fucking man, it had a skirt on, and actual tits, real ones, i had one in my mouth when i put my hand between her legs, a fucking man. I kicked that fucked up tranny from it's bollocks to the kerb
There's too many gays about. They need curing or shooting, I'd give the first two bullets to Elton John and Cliff Richard, all they do in life is bum each other senseless and write songs that make me want to bite my own head off to get away from the pain their putrid musical vomit causes to my ears
Boy George, another one, tried to make us think he was a woman, it should be fucking illegal, they bang me up for smacking some idiot in the face with a chair yet they let men pretending to be women walk the streets, the same streets that children walk on, it's a disgrace
If it was in anyway humanly possible, i'd ram a pitbull up my arse to protect it from any rogue bender boners
I never had any problems inside though, i swapped three packets of marlboros for a tube of superglue and stuck two razorblades to each of my hairy cheeks, the last line of defence.
No queer cunt is ever getting their shitstained bellend anywhere near my ringpiece
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