so cross all the cross underclass (no quote marks, as i am allowed to call my dinin' partners that as i know...

 ....why

they are), with the lezzies on very very loud, and their  most desired  fiddler in history so good at fiddlin' them ... in the 'juice bar', in THEIR DREAMS! ... before some silly little Rupert invented them Camilla needin to launder her mum's Kensington drugs dosh...

i.e. REAL juice... flowin fast no matter what

And there is only one kind...

oops only 'loud' with the Boostahhhh .. the fat brown man and his 

  failed to listen to me with THE info, no doubt...

Well at least her Nutcrackership* ALWAYS doers...

Which is why, soon

She comes out from behind the camera, she's rather assiduously been chroniclin' metoo...

but it is OTHERS stories, mainly... 

how i almost shed a tear at him edgin' back the fiver...

because....but that's someone else's story

But above all, at last 22 years later: why wasn't he, the Angel of Death, with her...?.

on telly....

what we do NOT see so often tells the REAL story

Anyway add underclass, fat mad fruitbats, lying charities (on the record!) , and .... Charlie's angels, too.... all "flee"ing....to quote Charlie...

A supreme educator, and a little reequipping.... 

We really are now ..off..... all the way.

The job, first... there is a see quence

 

* the only smallest last jigsaw piece in the endless monkey puzzle of life: what to call her?

She is Perrin, and Angus Young too, dressed up in a Kardashian cardigan (soon to forever discard onto her home made compost heap) as she transitions along the 'journey' to true natural woman.. having as she has, in her beautiful Pasty-fed songbirdese poeticised  "god have you READ the labels all the toxins in the underclass stuff and the rich bitch stuff, too..." .