I mean who would have believed that pretending to play a writing desk in your back garden whilst being an old trouser fumbler could get you a worldwide recording contract, ROCK ON JOSEPH
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WELL DONE KENNETH
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Fortunately Gary sold 1 album (to me) it helped with his bus fare to the eye hospital, his Dad said "we're thinking of giving Gary a broken leg for his next album"
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if i was a gay dog i'd have bought it, woof woof just look at that tongue.
and an extra treat for gay dogs everywhere, ENJOY
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at least he has the sense to get ricketts to go with his wonky eye, cant help feeling that Gary could have picked up a few tips for this little singers afflictions, nice symphathy touch robertino
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, I hope to touch them all in concert this saturday in the secure nonces wing of parkhurst jail.
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With Gods love we can all be ambassadors of the fat ugly boys pork pie club
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I don't know Julie, but I'd guess that her 16th birthday included a cheap hotel room, liquor and a morning of regret
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COME ON..if you ran an old folks home and thought you could make a few quid exploiting retarded fat pensioners, you'd do it like a shot. Why do you think the warden at the back is grinning ?
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