Is this pornographic to you?

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http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...pornographic-Haribo-MAOAM-sweet-wrappers.html

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Tsk tsk. Boycott Maom, and head to Lidl for some Fritts.

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Not pornographic, but quite amusing! I wonder if it's really some viral campaign to get people to buy the sweets before they get withdrawn from sale for corrupting young 'uns!
 
Fritt sounds pornographic. Actually both sweets do. She maomed as he fritted furiously. Mills and Boon job.
 
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Er is it April the 1st again?

I live quite close to this Haribo (porn) factory in Pontefract where these sweets are re-producing.
I shall go chain myself to the sticky gates at once and demand an immediate withdrawal.

Right on my doorstep, shocking!
 
Er is it April the 1st again?

I live quite close to this Haribo (porn) factory in Pontefract where these sweets are re-producing.
I shall go chain myself to the sticky gates at once and demand an immediate withdrawal.

Right on my doorstep, shocking!

I'll meet you at the sticky gates, lad.

Maoam and Fritt are on your side.:thumb:
 
I'll meet you at the sticky gates, lad.

Maoam and Fritt are on your side.:thumb:

haha class, haribondage.

Where they make the 'cakes' :thumb:
A poem for you.

In the licorice fields at Pontefract
My love and I did meet
And many a burdened licorice bush
Was blooming round our feet;
Red hair she had and golden skin,
Her sulky lips were shaped for sin,
Her sturdy legs were flannel-slack'd
The strongest legs in Pontefract.

The light and dangling licorice flowers
Gave off the sweetest smells;
From various black Victorian towers
The Sunday evening bells
Came pealing over dales and hills
And tanneries and silent mills
And lowly streets where country stops
And little shuttered corner shops.

She cast her blazing eyes on me
And plucked a licorice leaf;
I was her captive slave and she
My red-haired robber chief.
Oh love! for love I could not speak,
It left me winded, wilting, weak,
And held in brown arms strong and bare
And wound with flaming ropes of hair.
 
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