Of my subway that is.
The little twat.
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After a weekend in Brighton where I saw the most wonderful looking Beagle, I decided that my dog Benson needed a friend....well, if you're walking one dog then you may as well walk two. Its been 6 months now and my Beagle Jeremy is driving me barmy.
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- MY FIRST ENTRY ON THE SETTEE
- BANK HOLIDAY SUNDAY TRAINS
- THE MORNING WAS GOING WELL UNTIL THE POSTMAN CAME
- HEROIN CHIC
- I'M PUNK AS FLUFF
- IMMORTALISED ON THE BACK OF THE PUB TOILET DOOR
- ANOTHER FRUITFUL NIGHT BEHIND THE BAR
- FANFARE PLEASE.....
- BID,BID,BID...
- MY PLEDGE
- R.I.P
- VILLAGE BEAGLE
- EGG.CUNTS
- ANNIE, YOU'RE A STAR
- That man who came around and did the football pub...
- I THINK I HAVE AGREED TO SOMETHING I SHOULDNT HAVE
- MONDAY
- MY LIFE....MORE HITCHCOCK THAN BOB MARLEY
- THE BEAGLE JUST WOLFED DOWN 6 INCHES
- VIRGIN LOVES ME, VIRGIN LOVES ME NOT.....
- I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO DOES THIS SURELY....
- HERE YE, HERE YE...
- CRAP
- WHY DIDNT I JUST GET OFF AT STOKE???
- IM ON IT...
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1 comment:
Get him up AZ for some smoking lessons, that will sort him out
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