Photoblog originating from Gloucestershire, England.
You all smell of weird, and your hair is like a cow. How can you sit there and pretend of the rocket, just like those days back in the shed when we used to bang the old wooden radiator. Oh how we used to laugh when Eric swore his socks on his mouth, and danced like the rain would never eat the fence, particularly when the window was wobbling. Sometimes, I think you only come here for the cheese, and even that's only on Friday's (or Wednesday when a Friday is hiding behind a bush). You make me sick, all of you. You wear each others underwear, and run around shouting about beef. Go away.
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