2019-03-29 at 12:16 AM UTC
I failed at being healthy.
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2019-03-29 at 12:29 AM UTC
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2019-03-29 at 12:32 AM UTC
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2019-03-29 at 12:34 AM UTC
It still answers the question you fucking faggot.
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2019-03-29 at 12:35 AM UTC
You like cock and I am the faggot? Ha rich.
2019-03-29 at 12:37 AM UTC
Originally posted by Erekshun
You like cock and I am the faggot? Ha rich.
It's almost like that was the joke. Can you imagine?
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2019-03-29 at 12:47 AM UTC
Who the fuck are these alts and where do they come from??
Grills, whoami, erukshun, admin...
you can all get fucked and kill yourselves in my opinion.
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2019-03-29 at 2:26 PM UTC
tee hee hee
Naturally Camouflaged
[slangily complete this slumberer]
Home for a Rest
Spirit of the West
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest...
We arrived in December and London was cold
We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
These so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest...
Euston Station the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past odd crooked dikes, through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
These so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest...
By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest...
The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'til the twelve bells of noon
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest...
Take me home
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2019-03-30 at 4:51 PM UTC
Tee hee where in the UK you from?
Yorkshire bag head. Grylls lives up there.
