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Two bitches come home with two phonies on a saturday morning and one bitch sais - this is my flat. Me sitting at the kitchen window and smoking in my wardrobe can't help but overhear and sais without seeing any of them - this is not your flat, this is your room, and there's hair on the floor. Meaning not only that her funny is hairy and loads of other blokes have been there but also that there's hair all over the kitchen from the two days ago hairdressing session. They go in their room while she sais- and this is my room. After 5 minutes both blokes leave and the bitch cries out - my face might look like a dried fruit but my twat's hair sparkles with life! |
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