
had a ghastly little ceramic tile-picture in their bog.
Along with a horrid depiction of a little boy having a slash, it had the words:
'We aim to please.
Will you aim too, please?'
Of course, even my sister felt obliged to fucking miss.
In fact, it took physical force to prevent me taking a dump on their sodding doorstep.
I was only 46 at the time.
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Sun 3 Jan 2010, 6:51,
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Along with a horrid depiction of a little boy having a slash, it had the words:
'We aim to please.
Will you aim too, please?'
Of course, even my sister felt obliged to fucking miss.
In fact, it took physical force to prevent me taking a dump on their sodding doorstep.
I was only 46 at the time.