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[1pm, Aug 27th] |
DEAN! Dean fucking Thomas. Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean.
GUESS WHAT DEAN!
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[5pm, Aug 19th] |
Sarah makes the grandest cookies on this Earth. Dean, why the hell isn't she becoming a chef or some rot like that? Bloody hell. They're almost as good as sex me mum's. And is grandest even a word? I think I might've made it up just now...
Just thought I'd brag about the cookies that I have to eat, and that you guys don't. You should all be bloody fecking jealous of me.
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[2pm, Aug 17th] |
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For some reason the fecking Wimbourne Wasps have an issue with my commentating! The captain came up to me after the match and cussed me the feck out. What the hell? He's hasn't got any damn right to do that. Does he? I mean, me mam and dad watched a match and said I was grand. The Cannons and Tornados have both told me that I'm bleeding great.
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