Wednesday, 20 May 2009
The girls tickled the soles of my feet with fish and chip wrappers soggy with oil and vinegar. It was some sort of heaven. Ringpiece walked in the room with a checkerboard jacket and a polythene rib-bib. He said,‘If I ain’t the luckiest motherfucker on the planet then fucking roast me now.' The man just dripped it.
hit by Dr Menard