I'm feeling crass, after a long night and a rough morning, and a through investigation from my dearest Prizwell.... I'm sure I smell like all the alcohol I drank last night, along with the sips that missed my mouth ( Read more... )

I've been down this road before ( Read more... )

being alone it can be quite romantic ( Read more... )

I apologise,
seem to have arrived,
On what items in my bag from your house.
There's cutlery,
a tablecloth, some Hennessy,
And a book on Presidents deceased.
I'll have them fed-exed to you,
It was a strange thing to do,
I hope we can still be friends.
Ah, it was not me,
but someone else, you see,
Twisting the steering reins.

Put a penny in the slot and make an
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