Ross in Sheffield
Listen up, Ross, you snivelling little machinist c*nt from Sheffield. Twenty-seven years old, grinding away at some oily lathe in a factory on the edge of town, pretending you're a man with calluses and tools.
Listen up, Ross, you snivelling little machinist c*nt from Sheffield. Twenty-seven years old, grinding away at some oily lathe in a factory on the edge of town, pretending you're a man with calluses and tools.