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A Little Jazz In The Evening

A Little Jazz in the Evening created through the frustration and sexual tension of two Sheffield boys

Wednesday, 25 July 2007

Why on earth does my knuckle smell of dough?




My hormones have turned inside out in protest and are slowly turning my body into a chipati, knuckles first
Posted by Jamie and Dan at 20:30

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