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Switch off switch on one more mod con' what is life without electric curlers vibrating pillows or clocks that glow in the dark? A long time ago when John was switched on a younger mod con' here and gone in a flash, cash was cash not a promissory note not service charge because there's no fuckin' chance where there's no fuckin' hope ah I lost the thread computer tells me conversation dead and to get a life or switch off my reply **** off Mother told me, 'son no blasphemy' and here's me cursing to all and sundry ps, I hate Monday, but that's not the end of it mod con's are put upon this earth to destroy conversations and culture, hairdo's and weirdos and who knows that last one may not be true Mother told me, 'don't trust politicians or men in pigtails' that was a long time before Cameron came along and he is most definitely a 'mod con should be in a chain gang but we don't have them so we put him in Number ten which is fenced in anyway. pps I still hate Monday switch off
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 2:44 AM UTC
Seven hundred and fifty yards of Thursday (abridged)
Switch off switch on one more mod con' what is life without electric curlers vibrating pillows or clocks that glow in the dark? A long time ago when John was switched on a younger mod con' here and gone in a flash, cash was cash not a promissory note not service charge because there's no fuckin' chance where there's no fuckin' hope ah I lost the thread computer tells me conversation dead and to get a life or switch off my reply **** off Mother told me, 'son no blasphemy' and here's me cursing to all and sundry ps, I hate Monday, but that's not the end of it mod con's are put upon this earth to destroy conversations and culture, hairdo's and weirdos and who knows that last one may not be true Mother told me, 'don't trust politicians or men in pigtails' that was a long time before Cameron came along and he is most definitely a 'mod con should be in a chain gang but we don't have them so we put him in Number ten which is fenced in anyway. pps I still hate Monday switch off
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 2:44 AM UTC
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