Drago
Legendary Member
- Location
- Suburban Poshshire
Michael Barrymore. Old dears across the nation loved the cheeky funnyman and he was earning money quicker than he could shovel it up his nose. Until one night...
Same with Rolf. Loved the world over. Knighthoods, streets named after him, he slept on sheets made from £50 notes stitched together and wiped his butt on bearer bonds. All he had to do was keep his hands to himself.
Surely any sensible person would think to themselves, "I'm on the gravy train here, set for life. All I need do now is keep my head down and figure out fun ways to spend all this money"?
Same with Rolf. Loved the world over. Knighthoods, streets named after him, he slept on sheets made from £50 notes stitched together and wiped his butt on bearer bonds. All he had to do was keep his hands to himself.
Surely any sensible person would think to themselves, "I'm on the gravy train here, set for life. All I need do now is keep my head down and figure out fun ways to spend all this money"?
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