Busty milf got her chocolate eye well polished on the desk

that big dick come up with now?

Hm.

OK.

Well, see that green and white stripey money pit out there?

OK?

That's 2.4 acres of prime development land

and another three of grounds.

So?

So, my little blonde bombshell, when

I sell that to Abacus Abattoirs, you'll be able to buy Versace,

let alone just shop in it.

An abattoir?

Yeah.

You know, live ****** in one end, dead meat out the other.

Mind you, the way United are playing at the moment,

I don't think anyone will be able to tell the difference.

But what about the players?

Nah, I don't think the abattoir will be interested

in the players, babe.

Too much **** contamination.

Fair enough.

But you know the fans are going to scream blue ******.

Yeah, well, they always do, don't they?

Amongst other things.

Tell you what, come here.

How about an action replay?

Hm.

Ah, Jesus Christ.

They're blinder than the ref!

Oh, for God's sake, they're playing 50 grand a bloody week,

and they couldn't hit the net if the goal was as big

as their fucking coke habit.

Put some effort into it.

Talking to them or me?

Well, you in this instance, but you know, same applies.

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