you're a bit f**king angst ridden tonight

you'll change your tune tomorrow when you go out for your first ciggy and find that it's been pissing it down for the last 12 hours and everything below knee height has been drowneded. And then you'll see the little snailykins crawl down the wall to feast in the glorious banquet that is a footpath after a storm.

Posted By: Dave in France on October 5th 2005 at 21:12:00


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