Post by Charley Says... on Jan 22, 2018 6:59:12 GMT
What is it with Gingers and their insistence in hanging round seedy sex clubs...?
Mainly the one Beffnee works at, Tassels...
The place should be shut down under the trade descriptions act...
I haven't seen one nipple tassel yet...
First off Inspector Fatso hangs round there at every given opportunity...
Pretending to be on police business...
Yet we all know it's in the vain attempt to catch a sight of young Beff in her scantily clad negligee...
Just so he can go home and have a five finger shuffle...
And tell himself and all his Copper mates that he's no longer an embarrassing virgin...
Then along comes another five pound note carrying ginger pervert in the shape of Gary Windass...
Not content with trying to get the poor underage girl to give him a BJ in a seedy hotel room a few months ago...
It must run in the family by the way...
He harasses her at work this week professing his undying desire to knob her...
Albeit he disguises it by trying to say he cares for her because she is practically his step daughter...
But we all know his type, he'd give Jimmy Savile a run for his money...
Luckily there is a nice friendly bouncer on hand to deal with Ginger Barry and his noncey ways...
Teaches him a lesson good n' proper and not before time either...
I heard he's digging a cellar under Wheels' house...
After years of working in the building game he's excellent at concreting apparently...
But not so good at picking up young girls...
Fred West will be spinning in his grave...
Next week another Ginger has a crack...
Not content with ruining poor Skinheads life and shattering her soap making dreams...
Chesney heads down to Tassels with a view of getting Beffnee to be a surrogate mother to little April...
He's convinced she'll jump at the opportunity...
Not only does he have an unlimited supply of greasy rolled up fivers from Dev's kebab shop...
He's also got a stash of unused dog collars left over from his market days that she can use in her act...
All he needs now is a forty ton truck and a ball pein hammer...
Jeeze, poor Beff...
What with all these sexual deviants chasing her...
I bet she wishes she was back working in the tanning salon...
With nice guy Nathan and his mate Neil to protect her...
Gingers eh...?
Kiddy fiddlers the lot of 'em...