FIN@M@N L@
We've already got the gold standard for naming a man after his shoes. Thanks for whatever the fuck that was, though!
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We've already got the gold standard for naming a man after his shoes. Thanks for whatever the fuck that was, though!
You know what? This didn't happen.
To reiterate the facts: you couldn't build a staff room in a swimming pool because it was so full of tennis balls that protected species of fish had moved in? Is that a fair summary of your story? If so, fuck right off and away, I'm not having it.
You know what, I think the thing that upsets me most about this is all the gaps between everything. How can you make USA take up nine characters? Jesus WEPT
What a cliffhanger! This really is the standard we're aiming for here in Cockfinger's Department of the Wrong. Do you think you've got a story as lacking in everything as this? Come on. I fucking dare you.
I knew this guy once who was called "Jezz Gobbler". Whenever he left the room we would all form a massive conga line singing songs of his heroic deeds. It's only now I realise his name sounds like someone gulping down spunk. Missed a fucking trick there, thinking about it.
Congratulations, you win the "I'm a massive fucking liar" award. On the upside, at least Biget-Anne won't find herself on Google, as her name almost certainly isn't spelled like that.(c) 20xx all rights reserved
haha lol don't be daft this is all yours baby ilu
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