today are not in the mood ... afternoon tea will be that I was on my stomach, it will be that I just had a bath in bleach and washed the dust-bin ... bah ... today goes well.
I give the degreaser, perhaps by dint of my breathing down a bit 'is fucking bacon: o)
(because I can be an idiot even when my brain is overloaded? Bah ... I have to call a neurologist and ask if there an area just for the coglionaggine: my hails to be beautiful).
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