The Hunter S. Thompson Becomes The Butterfly Conservation Gun of Brighton Pride
So I had a wooden bike (well, a tricycle) that was one of the main presents for my little man Jasper for his 1st birthday, you all remember what I mean, I gather everyone reading this was a baby. I was. Remember eating foam toys but have blanked out the legendary shits I am always reminded of. Yeah, like my parents never shit their nappies. When they were babies of course.
Today, actually looking…
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