Do you want to die? That is the primary question in Our mind(s) when boys do things like one did yesterday.
We we're trying to get a Screwfix. It weren't workin'. We takes to the door nextdoor, and ask a young lass and her penis for help. Lass, WE KNOW, knows what she's doing and how to get it done. Not so penis possessor.
A younger, perhaps better me, might have started screaming at dickhead. Now, we just wait for them to die.
