
Judge and Lee will love this.
busi devoured his piping hot starter - a Steak Bake - with all the gusto of a Russian chess player/serial killer. Busi had his fingers in a lot of pies right now. But none of the other diners seemed to mind. They knew how Busi sausage rolled. By the time the main course was served Kriss was covered in more flakes than a lepers pillow and the kitchen had run out of ketchup sachets. But Busi loved eating out the Captains table. And people loved Busi.
"Mr Akabaummsbum. I trust there is enough sausage for everyone" came a voice from the top of the stairs as rich and thick as Paris Hilton. Akabaumsbum felt a twitch in his meat crayon as he turned to look at the mouth that had wrapped itself round that statement.
The Captain was stunning. She was like a lighthouse in troubled waters. A clean cubicle in a Wetherspoons. And she made Busi harder than a boot in Fergie's two up front. He could feel the double stitchs on his white dungs straining as his offal ionic filled with blood quicker than the Polish into Primark. Read on ........................

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