Fellas, there was a time, not many moons ago, when our Tugs could do no wrong. If the lad happened to be attacked in a dark alley in the middle of the night, he would turn fiercely on his attacker and employ all his fighting prowess to knock the ****er spark out, without even breaking into a sweat (Duran, take note, you sweaty bastard). If our Tugster happened to bump into your bird at the local boozer, guaranteed you'd be waking up single in the morning, and when the mighty Tuggers decided to put a bet down, he'd win that bet 20 times out of 10.

Now look at the cunt! Today he texts me with a tip for a nag, and the bloody neighing bastard didn't even place when he was supposed to be a sure thing to win.

Super Tugs is no longer Super. He can't win a bleeding bet to save his life. He's lost his mojo. I bet he couldn't even pull Dot Cotton these days, and would most likely get beaten up by that skinny little ****** P4P. What the bejesus has happened to him to fall from grace so suddenly. Has our Tugsicarus flown too close to the sun? Has he crashed and burned? Is Tugs well past his prime? What the shagging hell is up with him? Is this karma for the way he dropped the picture pwn on Mickey?

Tuggers, explain yourself.

Fellas, there was a time, not many moons ago, when our Tugs could do no wrong. If the lad happened to be attacked in a dark alley in the middle of the night, he would turn fiercely on his attacker and employ all his fighting prowess to knock the ****er spark out, without even breaking into a sweat (Duran, take note, you sweaty bastard). If our Tugster happened to bump into your bird at the local boozer, guaranteed you'd be waking up single in the morning, and when the mighty Tuggers decided to put a bet down, he'd win that bet 20 times out of 10.

Now look at the cunt! Today he texts me with a tip for a nag, and the bloody neighing bastard didn't even place when he was supposed to be a sure thing to win.

Super Tugs is no longer Super. He can't win a bleeding bet to save his life. He's lost his mojo. I bet he couldn't even pull Dot Cotton these days, and would most likely get beaten up by that skinny little ****** P4P. What the bejesus has happened to him to fall from grace so suddenly. Has our Tugsicarus flown too close to the sun? Has he crashed and burned? Is Tugs well past his prime? What the shagging hell is up with him? Is this karma for the way he dropped the picture pwn on Mickey?

Tuggers, explain yourself.

Tuggers hasn't been the same since jumping in the sack with Proud Mum.

Tuggers hasn't been the same since jumping in the sack with Proud Mum.

He's a shadow of his former self.

He's a shadow of his former self.

He can and will come again.

He can and will come again.

Funnily enough, laddie tells me I can come again all the time.

Insatiable.

I dunno whether our Tugs has got it in him though. I hope so.

Proud Mum drained me of all me super powers. She sucked em straight out of me the *****.

Proud Mum drained me of all me super powers. She sucked em straight out of me the *****.

You need to dive into Proud Mums folds of flab and pull your super powers back out of the *****. She's ****ed you over there Tugs.

You need to dive into Proud Mums folds of flab and pull your super powers back out of the *****. She's ****ed you over there Tugs.

I don't see her anymore. Mickey's ****ing her now and he won't let me in. He sent me a text the other day saying...

"Alrate Tugs, Me ant Proud Mum be lovers now, Thas dunt want thee cumin round't ouwa 'umble abode ney more cos wis tryin'ta get on and av a 'appy relationship, an do us a favour will yas, don't post anymuwa pics on BS of me lewkin' like a special olympics competitor. Ta Tugs. Mickey"

Gotta respect his wishes aint I, Even if it is incest.

It's only fair that you let him have a bit of how's yer father with the sexy lass.

With your diminished sexy powers you most likely wouldn't be able to get into her knickers anyway.

It's only fair that you let him have a bit of how's yer father with the sexy lass.

With your diminished sexy powers you most likely wouldn't be able to get into her knickers anyway.

She don't wear em Hoffy. I tell ya the smell of her warm, dripping love nest drives me wild.

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