Sexy stuff 2
Summer, 2009
Your mother was a carpet tile and your father smelled of cocoons. ATTENTION DOLLY MIXTURES! You are deep-fat friers. Nothing but deep-fat friers. Jingle biospheres, Jingle biospheres, Jingle all the way - oh what fun it is to sneeze all over tokens in a one-Labour-party-candidate vodka-drinking glass eye.
