Well, my grifting sister went to Paris to become an escort. Bagged a Picasso who she cheated on with the next but not James Bond. You know the Welsh guy from Titanic who shouts “turn about” and saves Rose De Witt Bekater latterly Dawson.
She acted in some pretty piss poor productions and begged Not James Bond to marry her or else. They got married, she turned nuts. But I met my child bride at the wedding of the year where I dragged her drunk arse down the aisle like I was ejecting her from a night club.
They lived in LA. Had two wee girls and I begged them for money. I ruined a few businesses, ended up unwell and we reconnected round about the time she needed “family” support to abuse Not James Bond on Twitter while not using her own account.
I’ve made a total of three friends through her but none of those dimwits sent me any money.
So here we are… occifer.
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IT WAS YOU!!