lets face it, some people might not notice that thing on our wrist
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Tue 10 Mar 2015, 16:54,
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Up on the roof a naked Top Gear presenter smears himself with jam. One final pleasure in the abject misery of his self-knowledge.
He's distressed, we can hear that now. Sobs wrack his body, and somehow threaten to spoil the moment for a moment.
But now he's back on track, throwing the coil of three-core around his neck. He checks the knot, and steps off the edge.
Now before the cord pulls tight, he shouts; "I'm Jeremy Clarkson, please forgive me!"
and the windows all around fly open, and a thousand voices cry out; "No fucking way."
As his spine is snapped apart, I'm thinking; 'God, I hope he heard them'.
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Tue 10 Mar 2015, 22:56,
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But now he's back on track, throwing the coil of three-core around his neck. He checks the knot, and steps off the edge.
Now before the cord pulls tight, he shouts; "I'm Jeremy Clarkson, please forgive me!"
and the windows all around fly open, and a thousand voices cry out; "No fucking way."
As his spine is snapped apart, I'm thinking; 'God, I hope he heard them'.
Not again
Clarkson got drunk again. He tripped over his shoelace, raspberry jam happened while spaghetti spilled from his pockets.
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Wed 11 Mar 2015, 22:34,
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Permission to share link on Facebook, sah?
Several of my Merkin friends might appreciate this.
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Tue 10 Mar 2015, 17:35,
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