I prayed to Savile that I got a shallot and skelped arse.
My dad would present me each year with a gift made from my detached gonads.
( , Thu 18 Dec 2014, 20:03, Share, Reply)
My dad would present me each year with a gift made from my detached gonads.
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Luxury!
We didn't have no dad. We didn't have no gonads. All we had was permission from our mam to go down t't docks - barefoot, mind - and sell our arses to Nazi sailors. Then she'd boil our heads for Christmas dinner. Only time we et meat all year and we was right thankful I can tell thee.
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We didn't have no dad. We didn't have no gonads. All we had was permission from our mam to go down t't docks - barefoot, mind - and sell our arses to Nazi sailors. Then she'd boil our heads for Christmas dinner. Only time we et meat all year and we was right thankful I can tell thee.
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