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Didn't quite make it to the toilet today liquidity of solids in full disarray Underwear as victim stains that won't wash running down hallways no hope of panache The simplicity of horror guests pushed out of the way screaming down corridors docking the caterer's pay Wife did the shopping I think that I will die crap upon my hand a lousy single ply
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
Courir de merde
Didn't quite make it to the toilet today liquidity of solids in full disarray Underwear as victim stains that won't wash running down hallways no hope of panache The simplicity of horror guests pushed out of the way screaming down corridors docking the caterer's pay Wife did the shopping I think that I will die crap upon my hand a lousy single ply
I think my Dad, has actually found a place that sells 0.5 ply :D
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
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