Devon sketches, vol. 1. Although Ive lived in the south nearly all my life, whenever I here something approaching a Bristol accent I come over all warm and fuzzy. My mother would never have used language as she called it, but during a sunny promenade I was fortunate enough to earwig a conversation that not only included the almost extinct bumhole, but also fart and shit my pants. Really, really happy.
Posted on: Sat, 12 Apr 2014 18:21:29 +0000
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