charver
You lookin' at my pint?
You know when you've spent precious time making elaborate plans for something? Time that could, nay should, really have been spent making some poor lonely soul feel loved, helping to save the planet by singing happy songs to a tree or roaming the streets in the manner of Paul Kerseys, out of Death Wish, giving the neighbourhood ruffians a jolly stern talking to and suchlike. You do? Then you will, no doubt, raise a knowing eyebrow in my direction as you read on.
After jemmying open a stubborn window in my, grossly obese, File-O-Fax i bolted the door, drew the curtains and allowed my fast fingers to do the talking...
http://www.bukaka.com/
I have to say the result was not a little disappointing. One feels compelled to remark on the terrible waste of perfectly good hand-cream, when there are children in Africa who would give their left arm for a right hand softened with aloe vera and jojoba oil.
'Love Comes in Spurts' - Richard Hell & the Voidoids
After jemmying open a stubborn window in my, grossly obese, File-O-Fax i bolted the door, drew the curtains and allowed my fast fingers to do the talking...
http://www.bukaka.com/
I have to say the result was not a little disappointing. One feels compelled to remark on the terrible waste of perfectly good hand-cream, when there are children in Africa who would give their left arm for a right hand softened with aloe vera and jojoba oil.
'Love Comes in Spurts' - Richard Hell & the Voidoids