We're on the venga bus listening to the bus drivers party mix. Currently queens dont stop me now. The bus driver is refusing to stop the bus for the weak bladdered english pigdogs but we have two hours to go...
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2 comments:
that guy looks pretty mad a few seats back.
he does look a bit miffed!
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