Damn you, Classic FM TV. Damn you and your scantily clad, toit, laydeez pouting in skimpy frocks. Damn their bouncy, bouncy, jiggling ways and their long, elegant, bronzed limbs. I should be studying, not dribbling. Cease this contemptible teasing and send them round to my house, tout suit, for a proper spanking.
Some fecker's just hacked through my bike lock and pinched my shiny new bike from the stairwell. I mean they broke into the stair and detached my bike from the bars of the stair and the three other bikes it was sandwiched between
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I am ready to grow up now. That doesn't mean lose my (for want of a better term) "inner child". I just mean I'm leaving behind the baggage that's worn heavy on my shoulders over the past decade
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