What what WHAT?! Bleeding effing hell! There go all my chances of ever becoming a princess! I was so going to marry that lad and go off and be Duchess of like... the East Indies or something.
Thanks a fucking lot, Zombies, thanks a fucking lot. This is what Blake woke me up from my nap to look at? THIS IS IT? Oh Blakery... We shall have a magnificent garden party and you're not invited.
Gentlemen, I wash my hands of this weirdness. Call me if anything needs killing.
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Thanks a fucking lot, Zombies, thanks a fucking lot. This is what Blake woke me up from my nap to look at? THIS IS IT? Oh Blakery... We shall have a magnificent garden party and you're not invited.
Gentlemen, I wash my hands of this weirdness. Call me if anything needs killing.
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