cottage cheese slingshot

Usually found on a disreputable lady OR gentlemen's floor the following morning, a congealed sample from the hairy dairy, loving raked up the insides of a discarded pair of women's underwear.

"So how was your date, Pope John Paul II?"
"Well, I got me benefits through so we had bumper bucket from Chick Chicken and 18 litres of White Lightning behind the Ladbrookes. Went back to my place. Fucking murder getting her to leave in the morning. Had to use a riot shield in the end. And to make matters worse, when I went back upstairs to throw up in me bed, I got me fuckin foot caught in a cottage cheese slingshot..."
"Between the toes?"
"Yep - under the fuckin nail..."