Good god imagine the beatings this evening if it was him I had stolen it from
Good god imagine the beatings this evening if it was him I had stolen it from
red cross of doom
It is worth the wait drfishrage
I'll have to drag when I get home then.
Drugs not drags.
<dribbles incoherently>
Day off ya cunt?Drugs not drags.
Druggy concoctions bubbling away on the stove
It's nothing special, badgers. I shan't trouble you with the details.
I've forgotten what poet stands for; and I still haven't bubbled a concoctionNope. POETS day. Out the door at three. Druggy concoctions bubbling away on the stove by half past.
Cunt that I am.