You know it's wrong but.....

this isn't doing your street cred any good you know. ;-)

 

And who could blame her.

.... is your story and you're sticking to it.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

That's ok then. One tit for yes, one for no.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Whinging Courier

9cm long, apparently.

That's a Rol^^^ Richard Harris song.

 

Well, it's now called Destiny

I suppose when you're a local, you can't be bothered to see the "sights"

 

Yeah, but some are just fuckin' mental.

 

<LOL!>

#I just called to say, I'd shag you....

 

No, it's quite true. I was there. No, not in the bedr- Oh never mind.

 

And from memory, that *still* makes you a jammy, jammy bastard ;-)