EP.175 - TIM KEY
THE ADAM BUXTON PODCAST
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A Poem About the Drinks Parties
Bonson waddled out into the garden. Moggith handed him a couple of Swedish meatball wraps and ladled some punch down his throat. There was a government-affiliated DJ playing chur-toury beats, and Bonson's trotters started jiggling on the turf. The sweat bonson back through his French windows. It rose over the walls and drifted like poison across the city. He smashed a tin opener against a bottle of Bollinger. Right, I'm off your horrible lot.
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