Tuesday, 15 December 2015

Ils sont partout, ces types, mȇme vendus comme des esclaves scènes aux magazins

Stunned by the revelation that all this time M&S Broadmead has been operating a lumbersexual-slave market right under our noses. We must put a stop to this. What sleeve-tattooed Wilberforce, what Edmund Morel in skinny jeans will ride to the rescue of these benighted peons?

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