A Searing Hot Wound
I can’t handle chilli like I once could. Paprika leaves my nethers feeling not so good. If a meal is …
I can’t handle chilli like I once could. Paprika leaves my nethers feeling not so good. If a meal is …
My body is a giant tube of tootpaste. Before you ask, no I’m not shitfaced. But I am filled with …
The sewers beneath old London town… Conceal a secret coated in brown. The tubes and pipes that lead to dunnies… …
I’m in the thick of a poo battle. Brown trophies adorn my mantle. My fallen comrades, beneath me lay. The …