u2, how come you always come on this time of night, i can just imagine you have just come in from the pub p!ssed up, an your wife is ironing with a fag in her mouth, rollers in her hair, yelling that your dried up dinner is in the oven...I bet i am spot on.
you sad and sorry case, my shift is over, weirdo time.
where there is life there is hope, page-29
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