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The Billionaire burn
Don’t hesitate, or exit the car. Being here is a risk. Nearly all areas in all cities are hostile now. If they get a whiff of your Clive Christian Osmanthus cologne, or spot your Balenciaga shoes, they’ll turn feral. Why … Continue reading
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Tagged Balenciaga, Billionaire, Clive Christian Osmanthus cologne, Disdain, Fiction, Financialisation, Fred Dibnah, Hitting the pavement, Imperceptible nose, Inflation, Jump or burn, Keith Chegwin, Proles, Quality-control advisor to the supervisor, Renters, Revolt, Slough, Slumlord, Toffs, Trillionaire, Wardrobe sized HGH farmed mercenaries
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Pest
Speculating why and when he started to behave this way was a regular occurrence in many sitting rooms during evenings when mediocre television made tawdry topics of conversation a necessity. One hypothesis was a microscopic brain tumour in the pituitary … Continue reading
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Tagged 10kg of illegal product in a carrier bag, Abdul’s, Casualty, Champagne Socialists, Community Council, Diets, ER, Fiction, Flip phones in 2021, Hair transplant, Hard hat head-butt, House, Jaggery, Matriarch, Mediocre television, Paranoia, Pest, Pituitary gland, Porcine profile, Range Rover, Salmon, Scotland, Shooting squirrels on a golf course, Sleeping policemen, Suburban cuntery, Supersized emperor penguin, Tablet, Tittle-tattle, Turkey, Union city man
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Addicted to Porn
‘Mr Mansfield-Bosworth, what are the justifications for tabling said policy?’ ‘We aim to make it another facet of the post-Brexit strategy’ ‘And why is that?’ ‘It’ll be for the youth’ ‘The youth?’ ‘Yes, and I haven’t seen this brought up … Continue reading
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Tagged Addicted to Porn, Anti-abortion, augmented breasts, Brexit, Buttplugs, Derek Dong, Desperate Househusbands 2, Ejaculation, Escourting, Eyeball licking, Fetishes, Fiction, Fur suit fucking, Jeremy Kyle, LGBT, Mandingo members, Mansfield-Bosworth, Maria Master-Bates, Max Clifford, necrophilia, Neil Hamilton, paedophilia, Porn, porn exposé, PornHub, Red Tops, Romanian fruit pickers, Shagging in the Auschwitz gas chambers, Sodomised with a cucumber, Sorry this is nearly 3000 words long, Stacey Slapp, Stephen Byers, Untermenschen
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How not to cook Bear stew
My temper has always been problematic. While it caused the accident, the real damage was done by every decision I made in its wake. This meant the accident could not be perceived as anything other than maliciously premeditated. Public absolution … Continue reading
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Tagged Ballard-esque, Bear, Bird collar, Cat, Dogs on Death Row, Fiction, Gammon, How not to cook Bear stew, Less than 2000 words, Noncewatch, Rolf Harris, Short Story, Sociopathic
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USB 2.no
We won’t go into forensic detail what’s on it. Suffice to say it’s the sort of gruesome violence that’s conjured by psychopathic self-indulgence, which Daily Mail and Express readers cleave to in complete hypocrisy. Publicly they’re repulsed, privately its qualities … Continue reading
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Tagged 2000 words, 4.5mm Beretta, Andrew and Roger, Are you a fan of industrial estate chic?, Can't think of any other tags, Creeps, Daily Mail and Express readers cleave to psychopathic self-indulgence, Fiction, It's 2018!, Need a new laptop, No backwards compatibility, Obsolete, She who will remain nameless, Short Story, USB 2.no
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Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard 
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