The angry red vaginal rash told Laura the laundrette attendant that it had been a mistake to use Tide washing liquid as an impromptu lubricant.
|Tide Laundry Liquid|
"Just relax. There's no rush," said the sex therapist. But, once again, Nigel came before he'd even got his pants down.
"This will teach you to get fresh," said Dorothy, as she unscrewed the bolt that held on the Tin Man's penis.
|The Tin Man|
Mad Mick laughed hysterically as a gob of his spunk flew out of Filthy Philomena's cunt and hit the bedpost with a splat, blown there by the wild wind of one of her famous fanny farts.
Niagaras of nauseating puke ran down over Pervy Pete's hair and face. He loved to stand underneath the Tilt-o-Whirl to look up girl's skirts, but his current predicament was one he had failed to foresee.
Gladys wished that her husband would put down the toilet seat after he'd been in there having a wank.
Old Mrs. Grindle tried to shield the eyes of her niece from the sight of the flasher's tiny wizened penis and massive pendulous balls.
"If Hollywood can do reboots then why shouldn't I?" asked Stephenie Meyer as she sat at her computer dressed only in a skimpy negligee and typed out the title of her new novel - D...U...S...K.
Noreen had hygiene problems. Nobody would go down on her because her pussy smelled like a three week old skate.