Literally, the Scyess comics made me piss myself. The washing basket's gonna reek. 10/10.
Seriously that godless bastard Michael Flately used to live above my fit little electric physics teacher and danceall night. She went upstairs at 3am one night and was told," You should feel privelged! I AM MICHAEL FLATELY! LORD OF THE FUCKING DANCE!"
Wait for the day the fire takes him. It'll be me and the heavily pregnant Miss Gregg out for blood.
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Please replace the handset, and try again.