So Chivone, the maddest person to come out of Sweden, since Sven decided to take Emile Heskey to the World Cup, took on Kayleigh, with added boyfriend encouragement.
With loads of custard and angel delight to use up, this was always going to be a sickly sweet vid. And what better way to fairly distrubute the creamy goodness than a good old fashioned game of XRPS!
|Can you say that again love, I'm a trifle deaf?|
|Friends again in probably our most mingingest end gunge pool!|