Meat and cheese, beer and potatoes all in my tummy and that’s the greatest. a pile of lumber and a pack of smokes but nothing beats the real tokes. Tigs on tonks and rugged romps rigged up and really living. pilfering pleasures I go paddling out and I clear up a gout of phlegm of my snout I never shout! or sherk about but sometimes slight or slur my rout.
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