As Shiggsy ran into a strong South Westerly at Kardinia Park, ball under his left arm, deftly avoiding the swinging handbags of yet another failed Geelong tackle he looked into the horizon and saw a man, a man with a head of hair thicker than the ‘J’ in Nam. No words needed to be said, with the contraction of his left nipple Shiggsy knew the play: Toyd darted to his left, his slight hands pointing directly into the air....
(Next poster please continue, somehow we need to get to an erotic scene and the Mods said ‘no Stringer’ - go on).
(Next poster please continue, somehow we need to get to an erotic scene and the Mods said ‘no Stringer’ - go on).
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