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I don't know and I don't care about
net curtain enthusiasts. They're quite awful, with their tiny spectacles and inability to pronounce the word "sandwiches" without drawing it out to ludicrous lengths. I fucking hate sandwiches, especially
when their poisoned. 'Twas a poisoned sandwich that robbed me of my wife. Oh, don't get me wrong. It didn't kill her. They just ran off together to a place called
Cantley, small town village near Gatineau, Quebec. When they arrived, they all realised that
I wasn't the bad guy I'd been thought to be, that my history in prison had nothing to do with my love for
Tinky Winky from the Telletubbies
