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oi!
that's my rumpus room they're breaking into! bloody hoods!
i had my whole night planned, finally a break from sam and the kids. i had the place to myself, a box set of 24, an 87 pinot noire, some feta and crackers and a talking dildo in the shape of thatchers head with 8 pre programmed phrases.
i was going to teach my rectal cavity the meaning of personal responsibility so it would tighten up and learn to get through these times of anal austerity, because we're all in this together.
oh bloody hell.
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