The Anti-Santy

On my rounds tonight, and bumped into THIS Gent....
Sucking on a Coke, because he had to drive,a lot, later.

I've never known him not to have, at the least, a pint of plain, or a voddy T in front of him.
Then inside him.
A great man to get on the outside of pints.

George, as he is known, was horrid anxious to get out of the pub tonight, and kept fingering his sack.
The sack beside his chair.
Im sure there was sheepswool inside it, fat and fluffy, and a bit of red felt it was wrapped in.

He really was in a hurry.

Cant imagine what was so important that he had to fuck off like that.....

Nollaig Shona Dhaoibh, Blippers.
Happy Christmas, Blippers.

Be Good, or Else.....

"George, above, is a mate of mine. A genuine Grandfather, smothered in adoring descendants at this time of year. He really, truly, loves them all.
He has a place in Tenerife, which he could escape to, if he wished.


"I can get Cabaret in Spain, or the very same at home...Which would you choose?"