I’m listening, but there’s a deafening sound of a little lady standing by a swab production line, occasionally giving in to her intrusive thoughts of randomly snatching a swab, licking it, feeling a tiny shiver up her spine, giggling briefly, and putting it back. Her heart fluttering each time she dreamt of her next lick.
OR…and hear me out…she was in fact a serial killer with the perfect alibi?
I’m listening, but there’s a deafening sound of a little lady standing by a swab production line, occasionally giving in to her intrusive thoughts of randomly snatching a swab, licking it, feeling a tiny shiver up her spine, giggling briefly, and putting it back. Her heart fluttering each time she dreamt of her next lick.
Wait. When did Lemmy turn into a romance novel?
Where you been surewhynot the whole intranets a romance novel
That’s just to create noise in the pattern
That’s nothing to what Bert Thistlewaite does to them further down the line.
I enjoyed watching Bert until he started charging