
So on Saturday I headed down to Manchester to hang out with Mike Lerner. Due to horrendous traffic I arrived over an hour late and I fucking hate being late, but fortunately he was cool with it. We had a drink in the hotel bar (I still owe you one Mike) and then headed up to his hotel room. He shot the girl and I mainly shot him shooting the girl, if that makes sense?
Jimmy from Spur of delights . com




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