The time is now four oíclock.
Iíve just travelled back from the shop;
got my regular stuff.
The Royal Family series 3, is on the tv.
Now what do I know about my baby-mother, and the time she spent with my sisters baby-father?
Apparently slept with each other three times, him only cumming in that wack pussy once.
He bought her clothes, and said it was the kind of stuff my sister wore.
Left her and her two boys, with his own son, hungry at home, while he was in the pub getting drunk.
So things change, and the last I heard, some chunky fool named Scott wants to marry her, although heís never seen her in real life.
Already wrote to Tyler, that Iíll be damned if I go to prison, just because I wonít give the bitch another child.
And theoretically, if youíre at a decent weight, a pound coin should fit inside your belly button, but this is my baby-mother weíre talking about, so not even a huge chocolate 2p would fill the hole.