So here I am sat on the floor on the front porch smoking a cigar and drinking a whiskey cocktail like a gentleman, and some cunt smashes my wing mirror, stops, and drives off. It was a lovely punch coronations tubo. Luckily I have my car keys in my pocket, so I set off in hot pursuit. I stop her and put my cigar down like a gangster and killed her.
No, not really. I got her details. Fucking Christmas spirit eh. This is gonna be a ballache to sort and get the money off this broad.
No, not really. I got her details. Fucking Christmas spirit eh. This is gonna be a ballache to sort and get the money off this broad.
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