| Comment | > “You heard this one?” <bonos a cunt , falls over.>
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> “No. I was going to cunt. I took to the cover fuckbaws. I like the lavender.”
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> The new girl glanced over the cover of the album quickly.
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> “But you don’t see her face the fannybaws cunt. If she’s hiding her face, she must be ugly. Is she?” Cosima didn’t know what to say other than yer maw has great big hingy baws even greater than yer da.
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> “But I suppose she sounds like something. What does she sound like the fat cow? Is the music for dancing? I’ve been looking for dancing.. Is her voice appealing?”
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> “Tell you when I know.”
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> “Alright.”
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> “Have you heard she’s from Glasgow?” Cosima said with a sting of nervousness ,her fanny pure reekin of last nights tadger.
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> “No,” the new girl said as she hummed along to the bitter chorus. “Has it <the fanny> all gone to her head?” |
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