lady_rosin_associates
A group of midgets stand around an old tin coffee can, spitting into it and smoking foul midget-made cigars that would be large for a normal sized contestant.
“Fook off, dick'ead,” spouts one of the midgets, “'Dis is a private meetin', like.” Another gratingly squeaky voice pipes in, “Yeah, scram ya fookin' dick'ead!” Thus begins a chorus of snickers and shouts of 'dick'ead' from all assembled.
lady_rosin_associates.txt · Last modified: 2023/11/21 18:03 by 127.0.0.1