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To podshell... Oh that's right ... Guilt trip me pretending you got a tiny nick on your finger on an imaginary crack on your screen... Yawn yawn...heard it all before !... You don't hear me complaining about my poor bare feet with all the wounds from the broken glass , thorns, sharp stones, discarded drug needles ..and then what happens ? I stand in dog poo on my open wounds . But do I complain ????? No. I just get on with it ..but then again you're a bloke so I suppose I can excuse you just this once .
But what are you suggesting ? That you try and collect rusty old beer tins out of the canal to package our bespoke sun and moon energised D+B in ??
It's no wonder I get migraines !!
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