Friday, May 07, 2010

See, old MOJO farts visualise the Stones as rugged rock'n'roll survivors; the drug-scarred children of the blitz who conquered America. My generation just remembers the wrinkly cunts wearing electric blue suits with shoulderpads, stuffing cake into their senile gobs and hanging out with ugly models at Koo Stark's birthday party in the Sunday Mirror's gossip column.
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