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Crikey, you must be another one thats "not bothered" :lol:

I've hit a nerve haven't I, you lonely leper. :lol::lol::lol:

Every night as you climb under your threadbare Beardsley duvet, the salty tears of regret drying on your ample chins, you have to suffer the sibilant whispering in your ears; whispers in voices of people you have briefly known throughout your drift through this earthly existence. The hissing seduction of a long lost girlfriend, the discordant whistling derision of friends long departed, all repeating the phrase "Forever alone", over and over again as you toss and turn under the print of Beardsleys sweat soaked shorts, murmuring and whimpering to yourself in abject self loathing until you sit bolt upright and scream out at the top of your voice "At least I've got the Tooooooooooooooon.........", the last part getting lower in pitch and morphing into an unearthly "Noooooooooooooooo........" until the neighbourhood felines join in with an ear-shattering caterwauling and your nightly ritual is complete and you fall heavily into slumber.
 
I've hit a nerve haven't I, you lonely leper. :lol::lol::lol:

Every night as you climb under your threadbare Beardsley duvet, the salty tears of regret drying on your ample chins, you have to suffer the sibilant whispering in your ears; whispers in voices of people you have briefly known throughout your drift through this earthly existence. The hissing seduction of a long lost girlfriend, the discordant whistling derision of friends long departed, all repeating the phrase "Forever alone", over and over again as you toss and turn under the print of Beardsleys sweat soaked shorts, murmuring and whimpering to yourself in abject self loathing until you sit bolt upright and scream out at the top of your voice "At least I've got the Tooooooooooooooon.........", the last part getting lower in pitch and morphing into an unearthly "Noooooooooooooooo........" until the neighbourhood felines join in with an ear-shattering caterwauling and your nightly ritual is complete and you fall heavily into slumber.
Is that you Sir Ricky?
 
I've hit a nerve haven't I, you lonely leper. :lol::lol:

Every night as you climb under your threadbare Beardsley duvet, the salty tears of regret drying on your ample chins, you have to suffer the sibilant whispering in your ears; whispers in voices of people you have briefly known throughout your drift through this earthly existence. The hissing seduction of a long lost girlfriend, the discordant whistling derision of friends long departed, all repeating the phrase "Forever alone", over and over again as you toss and turn under the print of Beardsleys sweat soaked shorts, murmuring and whimpering to yourself in abject self loathing until you sit bolt upright and scream out at the top of your voice "At least I've got the Tooooooooooooooon.........", the last part getting lower in pitch and morphing into an unearthly "Noooooooooooooooo........" until the neighbourhood felines join in with an ear-shattering caterwauling and your nightly ritual is complete and you fall heavily into slumber.

:eek:

:lol:
 
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