When Me-Me-Me went to the Olympic parade aka When Me-Me-Me trotted down the road on the promise of some top Olympic totty

There were three in the bedWe have just returned our sweet arses to our comfortable orifice chairs having just ambled down the road to see our Olympic medallists parade around the streets of London, medals round necks and hands in air (see above).

It was all very lovely and that, and while we had to put up with some sort of speech from professional prat mayor Boris Johnson (seriously, can anyone understand this albino clown? He’s so posh his face folds in on itself when he ‘ra-ra-ra-ra’ talks), we really rather enjoyed waving our little paper flags (as sponsored by Visa. Please, credit crunch?) and trying to get pictorials of Hotty McHot athletes – all of whom were there, working those hideous Olympic tracksuits that leave far too much to the imagination.

Anyway, let’s have a look at some more Olympic lovelies…

He's wet, we're wet. What a joy. What large arms you have. All the better to... Well hello there sweet cheeks *Has a fiddle. Plural.*

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One comment to “When Me-Me-Me went to the Olympic parade aka When Me-Me-Me trotted down the road on the promise of some top Olympic totty”

  1. We were there too. Some of them are hot!

    Yes, the paper flags were crap and horribly over-sponsored.
    Yes and thrice yes, BoJo is a clown.

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