At any given moment, if I am not up to no good then I am thinking about it. I have a deep suspicion of men in teams. I worry that I smell but I can't tell. I am inclined to think I am getting too old to behave the way I do. I think there is nothing funnier than a mental dog. After all this time I still think there are few things in life as good as the knowledge that you have twenty quid in your pocket and a bag full of drugs.Sometimes, when I am having a piss, I suddenly think that there is a strong possibility that I am daydreaming and that I am actually standing in a room full of people with my knob out- this is a worry. I never have any money because when I have it it feels like a burden until I have jettisoned it.I wish I could wear hats. I drive at the sort of speed that would cause your mother to ban you from travelling with me. I laugh openly at the afflicted. I also give ridiculous sums of money to tramps. I enjoy the odd bit of casual violence.I am Kevin Bacon out of Footloose, you cunts. In fact, no, fuck off, I am actually Mumrah.Also, have a look at how good Roxy music are.
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