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*i’ve just turned an umbrella into a skirt (ok... a tiara)... what the **** are you on about concerning informal messaging when all the postcards went missing?* alt. title - song for the **** of a pin-up, benny hill and the done exterior... we all 'ad our glad tidings... few remembered the tide, let alone the waves.... or so student fee bargains said: be it told. scotch witches were greedy on the thought of it becoming adventurous... english ones gave it all up to paedophiles aged under 16 for **** as always the welsh were kept sacred... the heart of the prince the people were symbolised as... so the commoners the roses and the ***** ***** equal... among the dragons and saintly conquests and longbow men in France the cut of fuck-off-fuck-you of the index and middle equating a V... to you too! i said something else, but got bored from writing it.
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
when someone abducted all the postcards
*i’ve just turned an umbrella into a skirt (ok... a tiara)... what the **** are you on about concerning informal messaging when all the postcards went missing?* alt. title - song for the **** of a pin-up, benny hill and the done exterior... we all 'ad our glad tidings... few remembered the tide, let alone the waves.... or so student fee bargains said: be it told. scotch witches were greedy on the thought of it becoming adventurous... english ones gave it all up to paedophiles aged under 16 for **** as always the welsh were kept sacred... the heart of the prince the people were symbolised as... so the commoners the roses and the ***** ***** equal... among the dragons and saintly conquests and longbow men in France the cut of fuck-off-fuck-you of the index and middle equating a V... to you too! i said something else, but got bored from writing it.
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
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