As if I couldn't tell. Because it's fucking stopped. Cock.
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So, it was suggested by some that I write. About music. So, I did. And once that happened, I was told to post it on a blog. So I thought, where's the harm? Enjoy. And if you don't, feel free to go fuck yourself.
Me, Myself and Your Mum
- Jacques TwoTone
- I'm passionate, which is why I'm so very very abusive. I love music, regardless of genre, as long as it's good. But, you don't really care about this, you just want to read lots of swearing, don't you? Feel free
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