I hope that's not a painful childhood memory that's been stirred there Uncle.
Bastard.
But I do have a story...
Back at the Dragon School in Oxford...
No. It's too horrid.
1,2,3, that fellow scooped up what little I'd got at the age of 7 and popped them into my first box.
Surely that wasn't right?
I recall, I recall, the scrape of his fingernails...
help/
i am so jealous, first i dont have cloths like that, two if i wore those shorts my boxers would be peeking out, and three, i always wanted someone to come on to me when i was at school,
Russell i popped my clothes off but where is the chair, i only see a desk?
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