You are all talking bollox - or fox pish - but in any event you speak of the love that dare not speak its name; that of man for gingger wooman. This is an ancient perversion practised by turns overtly and covertly, according to religious and social practises of the day. It was not in fact until Lulu broke the gwar barrier of social acceptability in the 1960s, that doing gwars became a socially viable route.
I have been doing gwars all my life. Indeed, if you include me then my modal sexual partner of choice is gwar too...but as for gwar burrds, get yourself fell in and roger as many as you can. Interestingly in my experience throughout a lifelong study of the gwar burd, they do not go grey "down there" as early as other coloured fandango bushes. I wonder why?
I'll be the first to admit that my middle eyebrow is as ginga as they come...but I have taken professional advice...my hair colour is officially dark ash blonde!!
This stems from Patsy Palmer!! apart from the irritating whining voice (RICKIIIIIII!!!) which made me want to smash her grid in...the hair colour and freckles made me want to smash her back doors in!! I think I could withstand the stink of vixens pish and digestive biscuits for a go at giving her a hoop dhobi!!
You see your getting it all wrong, the correct term for the Female form is 'Flaming Red Heads'.
And their is only one way to know when you have satisfied a 'Flaming Red Head' in that she unties you.
Nowt wrong with a good FRH
My name is Mlar, and I quite like Gwars. I haven't had a Gwar for over a month now. Instead, I've been licking windows, eating ice cream and holding ballons (when I've not been having it away with other mllars, both male and female).