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I hate dropping my cunting bike on the wall. Piece of shit, look what you did to the plaster.
Once upon a time I lived in a single bedroom flat for nineteen and a half years... Despite the whole joint being not much bigger than my current lounge room, it had a hallway, where I parked my bike.
When I moved out, you should've seen the marks from the bars and seat. It was fucking glorious.
I hate dropping my cunting bike on the wall. Piece of shit, look what you did to the plaster.