David.. I don't want to be your friend. No matter how many quiches you offer me, and no matter how many times you ask me round to your house to watch a sad movie and have a good cry, I don't want to be your friend. Frankly, your face is too pink and you're too posh. And here's another thing.. the British Public are only pretending to like you as part of a Big Joke.
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Well fine, that leaves all the more Lemon Drizzle Cake for Silvio and I!
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ReplyDeleteyou deserve to be taxed, utterly and incompetently, until you see the error of your ways. in fact, you derve personally to be taxed by k. marx.
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