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Trapped in a 90's british pub with a wide open tab, for the duration of eternity. Curry chips, and curly wirly's, and pint, after pint, after pint. Karaoke, and loose bints, bangers and mash, bang her in the loo, and a dash of bitters in my scotch and soda. MORTAL KOMBAT!!!!! Too. Chain smoking **** that Cannot Cause Cancer, and slamming my stick on the Snooker table. Where did you come from? Where did you go? Where did you come from? Cotton-Eyed Joe. Where's my friggin' Thai food!? Look into my Magic Eye and you will see Heaven.
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC
Dream Gate
Trapped in a 90's british pub with a wide open tab, for the duration of eternity. Curry chips, and curly wirly's, and pint, after pint, after pint. Karaoke, and loose bints, bangers and mash, bang her in the loo, and a dash of bitters in my scotch and soda. MORTAL KOMBAT!!!!! Too. Chain smoking **** that Cannot Cause Cancer, and slamming my stick on the Snooker table. Where did you come from? Where did you go? Where did you come from? Cotton-Eyed Joe. Where's my friggin' Thai food!? Look into my Magic Eye and you will see Heaven.
Forget Email Gate, and Russia Gate.
senor-negativo
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC
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