29-12-2015
Wasn't going to put this, but thought I had better, just been on the phone, for nearly an hour, with J, from the Regiment, B, my inkers, besti. J offered me a bed when ever I need one, but, as and when I go up, for B to do his art work, am oh so going to try and curtail his drinking, oh so don't want him handling his gun, with a hangover, or J hovering, on the off chance, of seeing my boobie's, Bloody Squaddies, PMSL. But, oh so can't wait to get up there, for B to have his wicked way with me, and put that mature caterpillar on my back?










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