A constant reminder that life was so much better before the internet
Interesting, that.I remember exactly what I was doing the first time I heard Son of a Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield.I was dismantling an old telly in the back garden when the cops came round to check with my old man whether he really HAD asked me to get him some sodium chlorate. You had to sign for it, you see.My old man, to his credit, lied to them.He's still a top bloke.Nostalgia. Who says it's a thing of the past?
fucking turd lazy cunt
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