Poor sod needs a remedy. Looks as if he's the only one who survived an air
Such sickening melodramatic trash is what has held this society to
Romanticism is an emulation of that which does not exist. In reality the
father would be sprawled drunk on the floor after having downed cheap
whiskey and when finally roused would be staggering to fight some other sod
whilst using teri maa di, teri phaen, maatur choad/ phaen choad etc.. see
it all the time. Every fucking saturday at our local church hall.