My school has closed their library. The principal is gambling that the growing reliance on artificial intelligence will obviate our society’s obsequious obsession with bookies.
So, you object?
Obviously.
I caught a glimpse of Dave's cock in the changing room at work ..... fuckin thing looks like a bookies pencil. I've seen more girth on a maccy d's straw. When he fucks his missus it must be like throwing a chip up dartford tunnel.