Oddly enough, when I was doing my English degree, someone used to write Odes to Speedy the Arse-Bandit in the toilets in the Arts Building.
The full-sized drawings inside the cubicles looked like a cross between the Hamburgler and Zorro, and he swung on a rope while holding a massive erection.
The poems went like this:
quote:
Speedy comes in the dead of night
To nail those young boys good and tight
He sticks his dick right up your bum
And then he fills it full of cum.
And on and on in the same vein.
I'd forgotten about Speedy the Arse-Bandit. Its been years.
