anything blaine-in-a-box can do, the queen can do better. he she is on a one pence piece encased between layers of ice.
and here is a towel nearby:
and a little further up the road, a mattress:
and finally, a cigar in very good condition:
anything blaine-in-a-box can do, the queen can do better. he she is on a one pence piece encased between layers of ice.
and here is a towel nearby:
and a little further up the road, a mattress:
and finally, a cigar in very good condition:
i know the pointy finger thingie. you’re planning a streetmattress submission. aren’t you?
I can see a pattern emerging here.
The Queen (gawd bless ‘er) emerges from her ice stunt, rubs herself down with the royal towel, takes a brief rest on the mattress and celebrates with a magnificent Havana.
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