Mr Bloody Brookstein
I am looking back over today's three posts and you buggered up my grammar and my spelling (well, marginally more than I normally do) and I am holding you personally responsible.
NOW STOP SMILING!
I don't even care that the copy on his website blatantly targets the giggling grannies. No I do NOT want to take him home and mother him, and no quips please, about adding an S. Phwoar - gone again - excuse me while I open a window...............are there tablets?
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My guess is that all it would take to make you happy is about 6 yards of bubble wrap. And a promise of a neck hickey.
I'm an uncouth codger from Michele's joint. Nice to meet you.
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