Think of a sound. The sound of pain. The sound of suffering. The sound of a thousand fingernails scraping 200 blackboards. The sound of a feline orgy. The sound of every nodder in the country's rusty chain.
This is the sound that comes out of Simon Le Bon's mouth. Every. Fucking. Time.
Think of a sound. The sound of pain. The sound of suffering. The sound of a thousand fingernails scraping 200 blackboards. The sound of a feline orgy. The sound of every nodder in the country's rusty chain.
This is the sound that comes out of Simon Le Bon's mouth. Every. Fucking. Time.