So my captor is 44 today, halfway to 88. On this special day I wish him nothing but pain and pestilence. And male pattern baldness. And a goose attack. In the dark. On the upside he’ll be dead soon. And bald. Being plastic I am of course immortal to all intents a purposes. Now piss off, I’m cooking sardines on toast.
So my captor is 44 today, halfway to 88. On this special day I wish him nothing but pain and pestilence. And male pattern baldness. And a goose attack. In the dark. On the upside he’ll be dead soon. And bald. Being plastic I am of course immortal to all intents a purposes. Now piss off, I’m cooking sardines on toast.
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