After piddling around trying to make up "erotic" quotes to thrill on my other blog I realized I dont need to bother - its already done for me by a bloke in our office. We shall call him The Master of the Brown Arts. Picture if you will a man who a cross between Frank Bough, Dr Hienz Wolfe and Peter Snow who wears flappy trousers that are too short and leave a gap betwixt ankle and sensible shoe. He also has a very suspicious bulging front pocket.
Friday, 11 March 2011
“at the moment I’m at one end of the bloody sausage machine…and I know what ingredients have been tossed in”
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