Thread: Cheeky little bastard

I remember chasing a couple of rough, tough workmates around the yard one day with a big bastard by the tail, that I fluked to stomp on. They weren't having a bar of it and run away squealing like pig suckers!
I laughed like fuck at the pussys! Soon changed my mind after sniffing my fingers. Talk about retch and gag, fuck that! Never again.
The stench was next level gross out.