by swampette » Sat May 03, 2008 1:00 pm
Fergal was busy tugging on his seatbelt that was stuck very firmly between the two cheeks of his bum. Meanwhile far far away, in deepest darkest Kerry the sheep quivered in fear as the groaning sound got louder and began to sound like a bad gearbox bearing trying to hide in a dark bush on the side of a rugged and windswept precipice known to many as Priests leap where men are men and women are up for a bit of sheep sheering to pay for the green wellingtons needed to compliment Swampette's outfit that was straight from the catwalk. The competition was hotting up Our intrepid hero wiped the sweat from Ger's brow! and spent the next week squeezing and teasing the reluctant
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