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Thursday, 03 September 2015

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David, a stimulating post. You are always dependable as a class act and proprietor of enough modesty that you refrained from showing the face of Mrs. Duff with the torso.

Er ... um ... well ... dammit, 'Whiters', I'm lost for words - thank God!

The ones on the right are as a Yorkshireman would say, "As sken-eyed as a basket of whelks".

Whelks! More like clappy doo's and whit a rerr perr.

I don't think any of these tits are perfect but then I'm notorious for being hard to please.

Me, too, Andra, which is why I spent so much of my youth checking out as many as I could get a hold of!

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