Dripping cunt craving my touch

It got worse as we went, more fuckers setting off for work, laughing at us, but the more they laughed the less me ankles hurt and the quicker I sobered up. XXX “Well you’re the only one as I know what isn’t!” I reminded him. “Look please, I’ll pay!” Desmond cried. “Fucking tarts on the NHS for queers,” Chalky said, “You ought to say about that at Council Johnno.”
“What?” I asked. Tony taps the window, “Better get inside see what’s on,” he says. “Where the fuck’s the van?” I asked as we stumbled into the street. my arm lashed out automatically, and my fist smacked into something solid with a satisfying cracking sound. “Me nuts are freezing!” Al complained, “How the fuck do birds manage?”
“They don’t have nuts?” I suggested.