I never even got a Straining Order I'm gonna go over to her house and sort this out.
Both have a huge bellend swinging his weight around inside
He fell on his ash.
This needs to happen.
Run like hell, she's got a grenade in her mouth
if I'm looking at my phone I now reply, 'No. I am not Twittering,' in a sort of flat monotone. And tweet.
Sneakers.