Just what the chap needs, another reminder of where his big toe’s been.
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6 comments:
It's so fucking British, innit? You don't even need to know what's happened in order to work out what's happened.
Big boys' toes
Toe story
Cuddly toe
Toe boy
Toes R Us
I'll stop now.
Toe me kangaroo down, sport
Like, toetally, dude
The Beatles in 'Come together' - 'toe jam football'. No idea what that means, but it can't be nice.
Toe Henare?
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