Remember How Dilapidated Professionally Hateful Ball-bag Faced Piers Morgan Thought About Some Coffee. I had always wanted to farm chalk at a chalk farm in Chalk Farm. But I was very concerned that should anyone ask me what I did for a living it would sound slightly ridiculous and partly insane. I was to learn, much later, that my mother, a strange creature whose sanity had been permanantly compromised after a tragic incident with a goose inspector and a fire hazard, and about 23 years of alcoholism, was at that time labouring under the intriguing misapprehension that badgers had a penchant for angel delight. We're LITERALLY DYING Because Of How Devout Practitioner Of Virtual Enragement And Harbinger Of End Times Calvin Harris Went For Four Thin Poops. I will present my findings after I have destroyed all of this cloth. Thx.  So I killed myself and set fire to the body fourteen times, to make sure no one found the evidence. <br><br>