There’ll Always Be An England.
A drunken Englishwoman once told me she liked the capacious bags under my eyes and my pot belly because they suggested debauchery.
That’s the nicest thing anybody ever said to me. And, boy, she’d effin love me now.
There’ll Always Be An England.
A drunken Englishwoman once told me she liked the capacious bags under my eyes and my pot belly because they suggested debauchery.
That’s the nicest thing anybody ever said to me. And, boy, she’d effin love me now.