I sing the wrong words to lots of songs mind.
Blinded by the light. Wrecked up like a doucher oh the roamer in the night.
You picked a fine time to leave me Loucille with four hundred children and a crop in the field.
Loads of others too. Can't think of them at the moment though.
Posted By: Bravo win or die, Nov 16, 20:47:33
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