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Scunthorpe is justly famous for its ugliness And the rampant lasciviousness of its inhabitants; With what horror I recall encountering a gent there, A seriously senior slapper, widely acclaimed as The least inhibited pensioner in northern Lincolnshire. In my gilded youth I'd wandered into the bar Of some grotty hostelry and got propositioned by this old **** On the pretext of offering to gift me fifty quid He dragged me upstairs and ravished me totally, Showing his elderly anatomy 's most private parts In prurient abandon. Afterwards, I wondered how long Before the myriad love bites on my buttocks would fade?
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
Scunthorpe Nightmare
Scunthorpe is justly famous for its ugliness And the rampant lasciviousness of its inhabitants; With what horror I recall encountering a gent there, A seriously senior slapper, widely acclaimed as The least inhibited pensioner in northern Lincolnshire. In my gilded youth I'd wandered into the bar Of some grotty hostelry and got propositioned by this old **** On the pretext of offering to gift me fifty quid He dragged me upstairs and ravished me totally, Showing his elderly anatomy 's most private parts In prurient abandon. Afterwards, I wondered how long Before the myriad love bites on my buttocks would fade?
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
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