The dippers see what they want to see. Tyler is definitely not biased against them, every time the senility-riddled bastard mentions them he simultaneously ejaculates into a rusty old tin bucket strategically placed under his desk. And when another team (apart from his first love, the rags) is mentioned his utter indifference causes his knob to shrink, and his formerly bulbous bellend disappears beneath the folds of his wrinkled and leathery foreskin, where it remains, like a Swan Vestas matchstick, engulfed by Tyler's pale and hairless flesh. Then someone mentions the dippers again, and once more his aged manhood takes on the appearance of a rolled up Axminster carpet, straining heroically against the seams of his jizz-stained trousers. And ratboy stares incredulously on as the fabric tears asunder and suddenly Tyler's bulging member once more makes itself apparent to the rat's verminous eyeballs.Dippers aren't too happy with him either from yesterday. They say they can understand Neville's anti Liverpool bias but not Tyler's.
Someone’s been reading too much at literotica.com!The dippers see what they want to see. Tyler is definitely not biased against them, every time the senility-riddled bastard mentions them he simultaneously ejaculates into a rusty old tin bucket strategically placed under his desk. And when another team (apart from his first love, the rags) is mentioned his utter indifference causes his knob to shrink, and his formerly bulbous bellend disappears beneath the folds of his wrinkled and leathery foreskin, where it remains, like a Swan Vestas matchstick, engulfed by Tyler's pale and hairless flesh. Then someone mentions the dippers again, and once more his aged manhood takes on the appearance of a rolled up Axminster carpet, straining heroically against the seams of his jizz-stained trousers. And ratboy stares incredulously on as the fabric tears asunder and suddenly Tyler's bulging member once more makes itself apparent to the rat's verminous eyeballs.
fucking hell , i was going to have hot dogs for dinnerThe dippers see what they want to see. Tyler is definitely not biased against them, every time the senility-riddled bastard mentions them he simultaneously ejaculates into a rusty old tin bucket strategically placed under his desk. And when another team (apart from his first love, the rags) is mentioned his utter indifference causes his knob to shrink, and his formerly bulbous bellend disappears beneath the folds of his wrinkled and leathery foreskin, where it remains, like a Swan Vestas matchstick, engulfed by Tyler's pale and hairless flesh. Then someone mentions the dippers again, and once more his aged manhood takes on the appearance of a rolled up Axminster carpet, straining heroically against the seams of his jizz-stained trousers. And ratboy stares incredulously on as the fabric tears asunder and suddenly Tyler's bulging member once more makes itself apparent to the rat's verminous eyeballs.
The dippers see what they want to see. Tyler is definitely not biased against them, every time the senility-riddled bastard mentions them he simultaneously ejaculates into a rusty old tin bucket strategically placed under his desk. And when another team (apart from his first love, the rags) is mentioned his utter indifference causes his knob to shrink, and his formerly bulbous bellend disappears beneath the folds of his wrinkled and leathery foreskin, where it remains, like a Swan Vestas matchstick, engulfed by Tyler's pale and hairless flesh. Then someone mentions the dippers again, and once more his aged manhood takes on the appearance of a rolled up Axminster carpet, straining heroically against the seams of his jizz-stained trousers. And ratboy stares incredulously on as the fabric tears asunder and suddenly Tyler's bulging member once more makes itself apparent to the rat's verminous eyeballs.