Oh Hi!
You lot are a bunch of c***s!
Why not **** my ****** Essex **** right ***!
I hear your nan likes a big fat **** ***** right inside her massive hot ****.
(Read as: “I hear your nan likes a big fat beef joint right inside her massive hot oven.”)
I hate to interrupt your reading but this weeks ear hole delights are supplied by the only band that’s ever ****** their way through the Brighton department of ****** with a ***** and a **** all for a few quid with nothing other than a limp ******* and a *** to buffer the full brute pressure of a ***** and a sawn-off ******* in the unmentionable regions. The living embodiment of godliness that is Son Of Robot!
You lot better stop being such a bunch of cults!
…We’re idiots.
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