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What's with all those arseholes?
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RispondiElimina*There are three of them.
Father Bliss warned you that playing with yourself would addle your brain.
RispondiEliminaI know that it took a while but ...
Mea culpa.
RispondiEliminaFather Bliss was full of piss.
RispondiEliminaI'm just home after a long drive.
RispondiEliminaThat's it for a couple of weeks until I drive down finally on the 14th November.
We'll be able to have a catch up (or down if you prefer).
I note that you;ve been a MOC on my blog but I'll hopefully publish a post this evening.
I've been on the phone since I got home, to the insurance company, the removal company and the storage company getting all the ducks in a row. I need a chardonnay now. I'll have a Craggy Range Kidnappers.
I just did - have a glass of Craggy Range Kidnappers chardonnay. It washed down like water or that watery wine that Robert's pal Jesus passes off as plonk. I want another one but had better wait as Lynn is going to call me soon so I'd better not appear drunk on Facetime.
RispondiEliminaHave a Cleanskin. You should handle that.
RispondiElimina"You should handle that".
EliminaI've already reminded you what Father Bliss told you.
Oh, yes, thanks.
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