
We have heard of the pustulated corpse who expired within your city walls.
Fevered and covered in pustulating sores.
So, everybody, open your mince pies, put your Bobby Sands together, and let's have a rousing round of sores...paws... sores...running, pustulating sores for Guy Ritchie!
We have heard of the pustulated corpse who expired within your city walls.
Fevered and covered in pustulating sores.
So, everybody, open your mince pies, put your Bobby Sands together, and let's have a rousing round of sores...paws... sores...running, pustulating sores for Guy Ritchie!