Ah the good ol’ days when I’d come home covered in glitter and smelling of well…
Interesting note. I bumped into Jerry Springer in one of the strip joints in London. Shook hands and welcomed him to the UK. He gave me a cigar.
Ah the good ol’ days when I’d come home covered in glitter and smelling of well…
Interesting note. I bumped into Jerry Springer in one of the strip joints in London. Shook hands and welcomed him to the UK. He gave me a cigar.
Was here if I recall correctly… (was a stag do to be clear 😅)
*makes note*