Maybe it's me," I muttered to myself. "Maybe Big Sam just isn't good enough."
Then I saw Callum McNaughton taking a **** and thought, "Nah, it's that c unt's fault
I launched at McNaughton like a mardy mountain cat, scratching at the back of his big ginger head and enveloping him in terror.
I wanted to hurt him. I grabbed his cock and yanked it with all my might. "Get off my di ck, boss!" he squealed. "Fu ck off!," I roared back.