Normally one would expect a soiled gstring, a drained magnum of green ginger wine and some blood as part of this Coode Street tableau. Maybe there is the perfect match?
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Gutter garter is best garter
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Oh yeah.
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No support there though.
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Kyms thong ill
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I used to put crackers down those ‘Telstra’ box lids……. ‘Ka friggin boom’! And the lid would lift off.
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Call the Began Hunters…they’ll know where to find the soiled g string
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My dictionary defines Began as crap cheeses lover??
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Old memories:
“The longer the stocking the nearer the top to the bottom.”
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Runs in stockings go upwards. So you need to keep your legs in the air.
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