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Another busy night at 24 Charlotte Street. Laura Whiskerd and Shelley Newport discuss various love life dilemmas and stumble along the subject of Jesus Joe Evans
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| i cant believe i slept with him, he doesn't wash, he's condescending what did i ever see in him? How could i let him bum me? | |
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| Yeh i cant believe i slept with james err i mean u slept with joe, james is such a cock, err i mean joe smells | |
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| and he gave me warts i'd never sleep with joe | |
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| yeh me neither i'd never sleep with james err i mean joe | |
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Both ponder to themsleves
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| i'd love to lick the cheese off his bellend i loved his warts | |
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| i'd love to lick the keg nuts out of his arse i'd love his warts | |
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