Dear diary, Lorna is being a knob, she is wearing clothes again, this is making me sick...so sick infact that im being sick. When will this shit riddled piss mattress stop bastardising the western world. The shithead. Knob. Lorna Lorna Lorna, why does her name rhyme with Sauna, her skin is white for fucking christs knob.
I am writing this, as she is listening to me dictate it, slowly, as my mouth cannot keep up with my hands as they type. She is questioning me, and her mouth movements do not fit in with the music am playing. She sounds fuck all, like Ian Curtis, but she has the same sizes tits as he did not. Wankers.
Lorna Lorna
Where's my beef
Lorna Lorna
Where's my beef
Have you put it in the oven
How about in the fridge
I do hope you havn't woven
It into Midge (Ure)
Lorna mower, lornamower Lorna mower, lornamower Lorna mower, lornamowerLorna mower, lornamower
Bell ends.
Monday, 21 January 2008
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