The Sucking Mallet

I've recently been thinking about putting my lobbyist head on and approaching our Glorious First Minister about his party's radical programme of cuts here in Edinburgh; the closue of many schools and other social services, but I've changed my mind. At ten grand a pop, I'd be expecting more than a chat. I'd want him to suck my dick, kiss my arse and indulge me in a little finger play.

To be frank, the very idea of physical relations with that vile walrus dressued up as a human being makes me feel physically sick. I'd rather be an interactive blogger, thank you very much.

Grüß Gott, meine Fotzen und Huren and welcome to the Sunday that is Mallet, The Sunday Mallet, a word association game played out in the comments section.

Two weeks ago (for I was in Bournemouth last week), David left us with slurp. The first word that popped into my brain was sucking. It's over to you, dear reader.