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I don't think I'm a very nice person.

Dead people can have *******

The weirdest part of this morning was the tropical bird that was road **** but I thought was a bag of salt and vinegar crisps, in London.

Always ******* up, ******* up all ways.

I'm your green grocer.

Mental collapse is quite close.

**** my ****

A gale of wind.

Sitting by a canal in the sun with a coffee at 7am.

My time is now.

 

That isn't sarcastic, it's brilliant.

I saw a werewolf drinking a Piña Colada .

Need an adventure.

like peas in a pub.

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Jun 20, 2012
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