its hard to saunter with a stauner check out the hair on the heir inveterate liar hiding in his lair its hard to saunter with a stauner the bus fare was incredibly fair this mince n tatties, sweetheart, really is the shit pair of twats blootered on cider one hundred percent pear their morals found rotting somewhere over there bare arsed cheeks too much to bear gods envoked it pisses down cats and dogs races enrich bookies save the occasional scare hoses deployed wash away tattie shaw shoes crate of powder disappeared no discernible trace gangsters rage about stolen gear hips fluid bosun takes a pish over the side of the ship corpulent swine fat fuck a ducks quaffing their wines dust mites of relativity might smite the editor of The Times wary of things going spectacularly awry ream of cloth plummets flattens escaped mare flares double denim shades such nonchalant flair wears it well, she does…I swear flesh slithered free from the second top shelf felt for a pulse but nothing was left
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