You don't need to, d. You never go anywhere.The council takes away all the empty tins, and you piss through a tube.
The only mystery is, who puts the tins within arms' reach?
*Is admirably making up little fantasies about dbroon's life*
(The only mystery is, who puts the tins within arms' reach?
*Is admirably making up little fantasies about dbroon's life*
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sat 27 Dec 2008, 2:33,
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you! you're the fucking tin man!I don't like pears in syrup you cunt!
You can fucking keep them.
(You can fucking keep them.
drbroon abloooobloobloo,
Sat 27 Dec 2008, 2:43,
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Sorry, mate. I drank all the pears *hic*.But I hear Uncle Murdo has some cling peaches left. If we can get past the ludicrously vicious winter midges.
( Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sat 27 Dec 2008, 2:50,
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