Xmas, is the higher ups, going to carve me up like a boxing day leftover Turkey.
Who’s got a face like a smacked bum then?
Meanwhile back in the buzzy behive, mid come down off a five day bender, a dim charge flicks up the brows and connects the few remaining neurons left in Jumpy Judy’s cranial matter, as she mulls the possible benefit of having her gear independently tested.
3 years of the insufferable with her 50% and me with my 25%.
“Oh fuck, Simon and Todd, still here?” ” you’ve got my back Chris. L. right?”
This party sucks, I’d prefer to be in that gun-toting party.
Is that a shadow under her nose or a funny mustache?
Halloween Horror.
“look at the eyebrows, look at the eyebrows”
Xmas, is the higher ups, going to carve me up like a boxing day leftover Turkey.
Who’s got a face like a smacked bum then?
Meanwhile back in the buzzy behive, mid come down off a five day bender, a dim charge flicks up the brows and connects the few remaining neurons left in Jumpy Judy’s cranial matter, as she mulls the possible benefit of having her gear independently tested.
3 years of the insufferable with her 50% and me with my 25%.
“Oh fuck, Simon and Todd, still here?” ” you’ve got my back Chris. L. right?”
This party sucks, I’d prefer to be in that gun-toting party.
Is that a shadow under her nose or a funny mustache?
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