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He's already 44, but he won't leave his computer Works a dead end job baking potato pies and electronically bounces the remaining time! He sings on the top of his lungs at home, scaring our poor dog everytime. I'm frankly sick of this little fat bast*rd. Nana this nana that. No more, excuses. Can you lads help him get a date on Valentine's day? |
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@capodon | 13 February 23 |
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A prostitute is the only option I see
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@mikeymk | 13 February 23 |
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He's just having fun with his life. Baking pies. Catching some rays. Writing his inboxes. Living his best life. Look at you. Look at it. Give yourself a blue rinse and make some jam or something. |
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@irenechalcroft | 13 February 23 |
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Back in my day, men were fighting wars and getting married young. My vag may have gone dry after all these years, but I can assure you that I could still get more di ck than my potato grandson. |
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@ogdenz | 13 February 23 |
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He needs to get him some 'custard pie'!
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@irenechalcroft | 13 February 23 |
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@ capodon - 13.02.23 - 08:02am A prostitute is the only option I see No chalcroft of mine will ever visit a wh.ore. I will pull that gollum looking grandson of mine from his ear if I see him anyway near one. Thank God, the last one left my worthless grandson. She was no good for him. |
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@3mel | 13 February 23 |
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talking to yourself again... so cool 
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@capodon | 13 February 23 |
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@ 3mel - 13.02.23 - 09:45am talking to yourself again... so cool Wrong you absolute freak ! |
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@3mel | 13 February 23 |
 sure sure
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@capodon | 13 February 23 |
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3bell . Still with the sh*t detective skills. Stick to googling stuff on vapes you idiot
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@budgiesmuggler | 13 February 23 |
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@ irenechalcroft - 13.02.23 - 06:58am He's already 44, but he won't leave his computer Works a dead end job baking potato pies and electronically bounces the remaining time! He sings on the top of his lungs at home, scaring our poor dog everytime. I'm frankly sick of this little fat bast*rd. Nana this nana that. No more, excuses. Can you lads help him get a date on Valentine's day? Show us your axe wound nana |
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