Mishal Impossible

And in conclusion for ce soir folks, I need to keep Max aware of the delights that await him in the land of the Butcher’s Apron. It has been a personal pleasure of mine during these Oily limp pics to moon over Ms Hussein. As I drown in those bedroom eyes I am reminded how disgusting I am, but only after I have ‘rhythmically admired’ the lady, as Elvis would say. Welcome to the Working Week.