I probably would …
Pity he’s not selling you a new home tube communication unit then, huh.
I have 2 tin cans and some string.
That’s all I need.
And this lamp. That’s all I need.
The only thing standing between you and the Unabomber is a big hairy beard.
I have seen the future.
And it seems rather spot-on, cNm.
Reckon we might be neighbours in that dystopia.
We could start a dvd swap club.
stace would likely be operating the local soup kitchen, but she’d probably be disapproving. “tch, tch,” she would say, “you’ve only yourselves to blame for your predicament.”
What a meanie.
Soup kitchen my arse … More likely she’d be trying to flog a bunch of thrice-used condoms she fished out of a toilet in a John Ibrahim strip club. On a street corner near a primary school.
She’s vicious, she is. Got connections an’ all that. Shhhhhh ….
You know when most guys live by themselves, they have one beat up old armchair, an upturned orange box for a coffee table littered with dodgy mags and crumpled newspapers and a big fuck off TV.
UnaRosser just has the orange box.
Retreat, Ross. Just retreat.
You know all that S&M gear stace likes to wear?
It is not for show.
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