...but you still yearn for the fishy fingers to remind you of a night of passion at trackmark courtesy of a scarily large finnish red cross nurse.....
oh and a few sweeties in yer lunch (cool)box from the trackmark management.
hours of fun nuking those little roof dwelling bushy taled mouse lookin muthafookers with a lighter and a can of doom...
or a cobra on yer doorstep....
nope thought about it ..i prefer the five fingers of a hostie to the eight legs of a camel spider ..unless it was trained by Tara.
N1 Bug up flap one ...and wheres my effing coffee