Thuccy - a very good friend of mine,
Played with his nipples often.
When he'd twist he'd shout
And fall about
And dream of rodgering Dannyboy's bottom.

Bliss on a stick.

Girth

Good old Thuccy had a farm...

Good to see you're getting more coherent as time goes on Gov.

Gov has these urges...

urges to write beautiful poetry to me.

Let him have his fun. He does leave a rather mundane existance y'know. He tells me the hightlight of his day is deciding which side of his beard to trim first.