sausages
There was a bloke in my dreams last night He ate a biscuit a custard cream slice What happened next was`nt too nicer sight He coughed and he choked till it came from his eyes. His mate stood there watching was nothing could do Only stood there just gobsmacked eventually he puked strings of sponge sausage upwards he threw they fell on the floor still fresh and still new. wanna hear bout the hedgehog?
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numbnuts
mad bloke lives in spain. thinks he`s completley bonkers, but this is only due to investigating books on insanity. self diagnosed manic depressive ,but loving the rollercoaster ....please excuse me !
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