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Aye, I'm horrible, I'm horrible. My excuse? I was abducted by aliens from the planet Vargon, sent back to earth by post, possessed by poltergeists in Glasgow castles, excorsised by Leslie Neilson, and bathed. And the Vargonian king says he's not pleased with Earth's pop boybands. Save our world, stop them from making music, please.
I'm certain none of you watched Charles 2 last month. I don't blame you, I kept it all a secret from you all. However you all missed my husband having a hump with someone else on the screen. I'm not pleased with that, by the way. I've yet to throw solid objects at him for doing it.
Happy 17th-day-of-Christmas!
I'm certain none of you watched Charles 2 last month. I don't blame you, I kept it all a secret from you all. However you all missed my husband having a hump with someone else on the screen. I'm not pleased with that, by the way. I've yet to throw solid objects at him for doing it.
Happy 17th-day-of-Christmas!