Stephen

Alas, me dove the Arish roots I love Hae dwindled to spindley cobwebs hanging from me name even. There’s no love sounded in Stephen. So be dog wide when you say it laddie or a knuckle sandwich is your due. There now, I have said it, so I have without the flags you lads wave. Give me Steph or none atall. With no fecking laugh when you call or I’ll be shuttin’ your cake hole ‘tll youse know how to be behavin’. So wind your neck in. Fecking-mild oath like --darn Nov 29 2012 cghjr ©