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.
“oi, u got a loicense for ur nan”
wot if “goin’ for a chippie” meant yer gettin’ new microchips in yer 'ead?