I would pay good money to hear one minute of Tweezy's inner monologue. At points he looks like a bored housewife being humped by her sweaty hairy-backed assistant department manager husband while thinking of all the chores left to do around the home and making up a shopping list for tomorrow.
I'm sure his inner monologues are Proustian contemplations of time and memory's relationship with urban culture.On another note, Giles says a few years back Tim-Whizz did a big party in Plymouth and got two girls from Giles' class to suck him off in a rented limo. Tim is a lot cleverer than he's given credit for. Imagine the cold-war like strategic nouse needed to secure dominance of the UK urban market against the likes of Semtex, Trevor Nelson and Reggie Yates.
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