still haunted by the hiv+ ghost of tree house richard.

On cold, dark nights, sometimes the window to Ant's backyard blow open and you can hear softy on the wind: I'll suck your coooooock...

You don't hook up with a strong man if you don't lift. What a simple asshole trying to find the youngest broad to pay for his bullshit

I'm still surprised he's fucking a chick without a dick.

She wears a strap on and slams his prostate.

He doesn't fuck. Dani said his winkie doesn't get hard. He either gets his egg forced in or just uses her as a beard/status symbol while he plays vidya and gets drunk.

It's also worth pointing out that there's a photo of them having a snooze on the deck of Keith's goombah gin palace. Anthony's passed out drunk (of course) but the telling thing is their body language.

Macho Missy is sprawled on her back, legs wide apart, hands leisurely cradling her large, masculine head- adopting the position of the dominant, male partner- while Anthony is curled up on his side in the foetal position, like a bitch, with his head resting on her muscular bicep. He clearly feels safe nestled in her strong arms, like the scared and weak little punk that he is. He couldn't have looked any more of a pussy if he was sucking his thumb and holding a blankie.

Mister Missy

Play Missy for me