"I'm shot to pieces," I said to my son this morning after he had to drag me out of bed following another broken night chatting with stiggers. He can't reach the cereal see, good job really.
But hey, there's life in this old bird yet!
Young bird
Thank you stiggers but I'm not messing up Summer Nights for you, that moment has gone
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