Half way back to her house, she suddenly got this strange urge. She spotted a newsagents with a pay point sign, and stopped outside. Picking up the meter key she had thrown on the floor of her car, she got out and walked in to the shop.
"Twenty pounds on this, please."
Tiffany thought to herself "what am I doing?".
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Fist is a four letter word. So is fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, and, well you get the fist-fucking picture....
THE WESTCOUNTRY SHALL RISE AGAIN!
Yay! It's pink!
Don't think.... FEEL!
We're Englishmen, and we came here, to rape your women and drink your beer.
I went back in time and voted for Hitler.
Pouring oil on troubled waters since 2008. Then lighting a fucking match.
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