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Post by C2LLN on Oct 29, 2008 23:24:12 GMT 1
I don’t know why we bother, I don’t know why we ask, The silence on here is deafening, They’re all a pain in the arse.
Its way too cold out there for me, Being old with lack of hair, I’m sorry Guy, I’ll have to pass, And miss this London fare.
Another time; say Summer time, When it ain't so dark an chilly, We can go en mass to London, And I won’t need a warmer on my willy.
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