the1

if I don’t talk to him he'll become chalk. he’s up in the front row. northerened fresh-bait poster boy with a suspect dinkle. comes to court he (& the how’s the nursery rhyme go?) went to ibiza and fucked another. he's been giving her cold ham since his return. she's under the impression its a male colic. him & her wont record this last album together. (& the needle they’re about to shove up his tip makes doorbells in them eyes) My advice: be Sid James. (insert that laugh of flags here)