tim tams

I’d be guessing a short arsed, wet-lipped, squirty little munter, with a clinically untreatable case of nuclear powered acne having its roots in way too many hours spent festering online, in a darkened basement under your mum’s house, eating tim tams and stewing in your own brain fartz because the world is too cruel and unforgiving to send you a blind girlfriend with sufficiently low esteem.

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