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This is a stand up routine it's like a bad dream I once had and the weather is bad can you see me laughing? But the tube is no place for a self pity session. Lots of rosy red cheeks I sneak peeks and that's how I know, and quiet too as if the cold's got their tongues the cat's not worried he has nine lives. It's only Tuesday which is nether here nor Morecambe bay but I'm drowning anyway. When I thaw out I'll go out to gnaw at what's left of the morning I might be some time. I should have worn my long johns, a thermal underlay for a ****** cold day but I forgot I won't make that mistake again. He trains his brain to remember but can't remember what for.
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
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This is a stand up routine it's like a bad dream I once had and the weather is bad can you see me laughing? But the tube is no place for a self pity session. Lots of rosy red cheeks I sneak peeks and that's how I know, and quiet too as if the cold's got their tongues the cat's not worried he has nine lives. It's only Tuesday which is nether here nor Morecambe bay but I'm drowning anyway. When I thaw out I'll go out to gnaw at what's left of the morning I might be some time. I should have worn my long johns, a thermal underlay for a ****** cold day but I forgot I won't make that mistake again. He trains his brain to remember but can't remember what for.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
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