Old Knudsen has a little weakness and he doesn't mean his addiction to narcotics . He is very fond of Eastern European weemen.
Big surprise, Old Knudsen fancies weemen. Well actually it would be a big surprise to some had you seen him at yon ghey pride parade in Belfast.
Russian, Polish or just a filthy Slav type Old Knudsen is attracted like a moth to a jar of pickles.
Beautiful yet with a hollow weariness to the eyes, a heart filled with ass grabbing passion but doon to earth and ready to fight for what she has. Strong, hardworking, fierce and loyal.
Aye I'm making sweeping generalizations here but so fuck .... naked weemen!
A plain beauty but then there is that out of nowhere moment in which she shines without even knowing it leaving you open mouthed and staring for a second that seemed to be in slow motion lasting minutes.
Like catching a glimpse of an enchanted world that no one else will ever see.
You may have seen and had it all in yer day but you forget just how strong that feeling can be. It's best to smile and think, ' what a lucky boyfriend you must have, I hope he treats you as well as I would have had we met when I was younger.'
Or if yer Old Knudsen dust off the glint in yer eye and say, "how you doin toots, wanna go out for a drink and make some babies with
Fetal Alcohol Syndrome? .... you just think about that then. "
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