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| I've sold my car, thrown in my job, I'm 29 years old... I think it's time I saw the world, cos I hate the cold and rain and grey. I'm going to Spain. |
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| start as you mean to continue... |
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| Chris, who I met on the train to Plymouth and was completely bonkers. |
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| catch a boat to England, baby... |
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| maybe to Spain... |
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| somehow we made it through customs and out into Santander...right on Chris, so long. |
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| vulturetown |
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| don't tread on me. |
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| who makes the Nazis? |
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| men>women |
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| My mother cried last Friday night, When I said that I'll be gone, She packed it up, and then cashed in her premium bonds...(then Si & Meech got married...even the Man from Delmonti was there, glegging hard on Mrs B.) |
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| drunken early-grabs over tight hips in transparent flip-flops at night are Strawberry's middle name(s). |
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| Nelly was a smash hit with the local yootdem...particularly when he taught them that male genitalia is called 'Johnson' or as the kids said 'Juan-son'. |
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| statues of pedophilic Klan members are okay by me |
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| better rate culture there, boy |
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| eagles above... |
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| knob-heads below |
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| Cousin Norman had a real fine time last year. |
