I’ve got a square old heart and no-one makes the parts that I need.
I had forgotten how plain ugly the people are that go out clubbing in Belfast on a Saturday night. It’s horrible. It’s depressing. And it’s raining so they look ever worse as they queue outside the M Club, dripping under their see-through blouses and Ben Shermans…
Oh well, rant over.
You put peanut butter in your hair to attract small birds which you promptly eat.
Cut-throats Nine? Ghost in the Invisible Bikini?
No pongas las manos sobre las puertas, te expones a una magulladura.