Just Say It Fast Enough

Heap produced from his trouser pockets a monogrammed cotton hankie. My ovaries closed and the sex was never the same again. We split up a couple of weeks later then. That on it, like I have even... They never ever been able to get me head round with them. It's disgusting. And does he have it in his pocket for when a lady cries? Can you imagine looking over someone's fence and look at a washing line and there's just loads of monogrammed hankies pegged up by the corner? All our references are banging on when you remember the name of the thing you're trying to talk about. But if they're not the