Act responsible for once you bastard
It's a red letter day. With the woman in black back on my case. Get away today while the words just come out all wrong. You painless backstabber, sucking my soul like a can of Pepsi through a straw. It's been real worthwhile to get away and now you're back today. A cryptic note deceiver receiver to mate belate my promises to correspond with a dream I once had. Oh happy days, it's always so nice that even the TV is stripping off it's clothes for you. I make sure I watch late at night when I can't sleep. The late Reverend Barry White fills his dried out lungs to croak the gospel of love......or in this case perhaps it's necrophilia. I'm sure his fans understand - Barry don't mind at all the cravings of sick and twisted half dead women. " Anything for a lady!"
Got your number 118. Got your number 118. Speak of the devil we are being inundated with calls of masochistic young girls who are being treated like slabs of meat by horny young boys. Why call us when you could dump the bastard, some of these crazed loons actually want to dump on their repressive boyfriends. They only have to take a look at soft-core horror flick Prozzie to know that they can kill them but you'd have to be careful you know. Maybe book a trip on a boat or something and then pack the carcass in the suitcase and when on the boat at 3 am just throw it overboard and make a lovely new life in Phuket or some gorgeously expensive destination that no one has heard of until the tabloids get their greasy hands on it
Oh but the depravity, I hear you scream, surely that's not the answer. Well when you live a life in the house you're bound to think up of some crazy things to do and why not when your boyfriend is a creation of hell made all the more intolerable that all rules are his rules and nothing else. You're bound to kill someone at some stage.
I'll have a dry martini on the rocks, shaken and stirred Mr. Bond, and I'll have none of your shenanigans - we're here to destroy the Emperor not to have kinky sex with the Emperess while trying out her clothes. Act responsible for once you bastard
Got your number 118. Got your number 118. Speak of the devil we are being inundated with calls of masochistic young girls who are being treated like slabs of meat by horny young boys. Why call us when you could dump the bastard, some of these crazed loons actually want to dump on their repressive boyfriends. They only have to take a look at soft-core horror flick Prozzie to know that they can kill them but you'd have to be careful you know. Maybe book a trip on a boat or something and then pack the carcass in the suitcase and when on the boat at 3 am just throw it overboard and make a lovely new life in Phuket or some gorgeously expensive destination that no one has heard of until the tabloids get their greasy hands on it
Oh but the depravity, I hear you scream, surely that's not the answer. Well when you live a life in the house you're bound to think up of some crazy things to do and why not when your boyfriend is a creation of hell made all the more intolerable that all rules are his rules and nothing else. You're bound to kill someone at some stage.
I'll have a dry martini on the rocks, shaken and stirred Mr. Bond, and I'll have none of your shenanigans - we're here to destroy the Emperor not to have kinky sex with the Emperess while trying out her clothes. Act responsible for once you bastard
posted by Plastic Retriever at 4:00 pm
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