Westminster House became Trevor Mourinho's home furniture. Meanwhile powerful forces loaded penguins onto HMS Westminster which angered Hitler considerably, however this didn't worry Ethlebert Brian, blessed who had Jew curators shot because spaghetti monsters herpes ravaged him/her/his favourite crocodile shoes surreptitiously.
Some jellied fruits, which turned black sabbath into Chinamen into stilton midgets that stalk maladjusted Susan Boyle bukaka squirt-fest. Pussies pretending they're cocks… I'm sure you know we're large livered lattes, coated with drool from Mugabe's left luggage sandwich.
Meanwhile, Chamakh cried 'rape me!' but Zaha refused. Nonetheless, length played its part because his trousers were rather tight and moist.
Selhurst existentialism burned the temple down because chihuahuas shit over Holloway's balls because nobody admitted poogate anyway. Meanwhile, Speroni fiddled while fondling his nuts and jerked off Showaddywaddy…sometimes molested Jimmy alsatians just because.
He will never suck gently, ouch… fingering blamed for buggery, although arse holes are beautiful - not for rent winning money smile bags from London upon thames. Unfortunately gangsters Trevor infiltrated minds before what happened beyond Horesham was poor trifle compared with Sheffield Wednesday.
Absolute gold
We shall continue,
Satan
Truly disturbing stuff.