Why do I always get fucking grief from my parents everytime I show signs of stress. So I stubbed my toe on the bin and threw some frozen pasties on the table as a result. No need for them to go off on one though. Stay out my way and mind your own fucking business.
Creative thoughts from a corrupted mind.
Tut Tut, wash your mouth out with soap young man
I now find myself foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog.
‘i love rock n roll put another dime in the duke box baby.’
About time we started getting in the celebs
Well it was only a matter of time hey tunk.
Smooth her up tunk, im sure you can bed her by the end of the week (Y) –
I bet Britneys a right filthy slag really…. *drools*
hahaha…..britney….ok!