seems the sofa wont be arriving,
Customs found some strange stains on it with traces of some weird dna and customs wont allow it in to the country under health and safety
Who like me think the English are all cunts
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Was it 27 stains? Yes or no?
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Yes,Lister of Smeg wrote:Was it 27 stains? Yes or no?
I mean no.
The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to seekers after it.

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I'm so lonely, I'm gonna get caught by the police for company.
And I try to pick up the phone but when it's me nobody's home.
Look at my face, check my eyes; they're getting dark with all these lies.
I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
I'm so lonely, I'm gonna crash my car into company.
I need to go to the hospital, I can't look after myself at all.
Forget to eat, forget to drink. I'm not lazy, I just don't think.
I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
I'm so lonely, I'm gonna get into a fight for the company.
\n You hit me then I'll know that I'm here, no one seems to remember I'm here.
No one cares, and in the end, it's times like these you realise your friends.
I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
I'm so lonely, I'm gonna go out with a slut who'll hold me.
I need to feel like I'm red hot, I don't care what she's got.
I want to touch, I need to be held, not for long just 'til I rebuild my shell.
I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
And I try to pick up the phone but when it's me nobody's home.
Look at my face, check my eyes; they're getting dark with all these lies.
I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
I'm so lonely, I'm gonna crash my car into company.
I need to go to the hospital, I can't look after myself at all.
Forget to eat, forget to drink. I'm not lazy, I just don't think.
I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
I'm so lonely, I'm gonna get into a fight for the company.
\n You hit me then I'll know that I'm here, no one seems to remember I'm here.
No one cares, and in the end, it's times like these you realise your friends.
I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
I'm so lonely, I'm gonna go out with a slut who'll hold me.
I need to feel like I'm red hot, I don't care what she's got.
I want to touch, I need to be held, not for long just 'til I rebuild my shell.
I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
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