A mythical creature who lays dormant in Watlington Grove (also the domain of a certain Josh Mills) waiting for that special someone to come and rub their manhood on her protuding face-mole.
She is the Holy Grail, the World Cup and Excalibur all rolled into one.
She is the Holy Grail, the World Cup and Excalibur all rolled into one.
by morgangills November 15, 2004
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