Sex Litter.
When your working and stop for a bacon and egg butty,
A view of the beautiful Peak District and a hot cuppa,
You dont want to see cum filled rubber Johnnie’s hanging from the bushes and shitty undercrackers where some Adrian delatouche or Michael Barrymore type had been bummed in the foliage.
Call me fussy but its off putting.
Big Baps is a roadside cafe near Hattersley (where the moors murderers lived)
Ive eaten there,
I liked the catchy name.
Just down the road in Mottram you can sit on a bench next to a lifesize bronze sculpture of painter Lowry.
Simple pleasures for simple folk.
But this is being ruined by the Ducky brigade,
Bumming each other ragged and leaving a mess.
I thought the honky-tonk club were environmentally aware?
A dog could choke on a discarded salty rubber thinking its a snack,
Or a flid in a wheelchair get spunk an shite all over its wheels.
Truck an van drivers want to eat at a nice establishment without the mary annes causing litter and open air sodomy.
Peter Sutcliffe must be turning in his grave.
https://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/big-baps-caf-next-men-23389594
Nominated by Miserable Northern Cunt



