If a creepy British lady forced me to remember my ex from when I lived in an artist loft, that would be the darkest shit ever.
If a creepy British lady forced me to remember my ex from when I lived in an artist loft, that would be the darkest shit ever.
wot if ur nan was a compu’er
wot if a compu’er… was ur nan?
wot if ur watch was ur mate
it’s all computer, innit?
wot if ur compu’er was a cheeky lil shit
wot if ur compu’er had a knoife
wot if ur telly was watchin’ u?
wot if the king woz an app?
“oi, u got a loicense for ur nan”
wot if “goin’ for a chippie” meant yer gettin’ new microchips in yer 'ead?
wot if ur ex-sweetheart’s dauter was a compu’er