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by john-edward-smallshaw

Yeah well I sat in the barbers chair while you walked up and down the crowded aisles in a half deserted Tesco store I wondered why what was it for? The freezer stood alone at home freezing cold as was its wont but it was stacked with want me nothing more at all for it was full up to its freezing chin with something brought from albuquerque and two fifths of London Gin. The barber gave a weirdly grin and gave me one of number two I should have fekin known that's what the little git would do but you just wandered round and did you see that skinhead passing by the deli' counter? that was me I waved atop my fresh shaved head but I was dead meat on the cooked meat and it shook me wide awake I need to take a breather might even leave her she would not care she's got Tesco's in her brain and not to mention in her hair with apple summer fresh smell,how much dumber can one get well if I stick about just watch this space look out for the smiling vacant face that will be me taking her to do her hair just like mine.
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Jun 28, 2013
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