Roll on
Your pity sets the bar so high
I can't believe
i know it only happened cos i couldnt stop drinking
it
Ran out of limbs on our big day
We left our
If I must play a part in this mess
There are
Not much of an incident:
A couple of fists in the
Mark Foley was right - there are no ghosts in
Small bones small bodies, sink into semantics
The slightest excuse -
Made a living from contract bridge
Boring, but magnificent
Surely you're amazed
Wading through the chaos to where the crones sit,
It’s where
I can mostly be found in locations where you can
Tales are told of terrible men
Of anger, poise and pride
She's
Woody was a wizard
Janie was an elf
And when they got
God damn it’s gonna rain
I only brought my socks
The night
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