Mailmonkey
Bluelighter
My kebab was bogging, predictably.
some of the kofte tasted of soap, like it had had a bleach rinse or something to make it vaguely safe for consumption.
dreading the morning, might do a load of oramorph to try and plug the torment.
some of the kofte tasted of soap, like it had had a bleach rinse or something to make it vaguely safe for consumption.
dreading the morning, might do a load of oramorph to try and plug the torment.