Bill and May. Bill I am locked in and that's a fact the monkey's climbing up my back fate should be a little kinder now my organs in the grinder. I really should be out to grass I am quite weary and I pass the little puddings there for boiling I'm out of date and they are spoiling. I cannot even... Sign in to see full entry.
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