Apologies, it has been an unforeseen rocket fuelled weekend
so part 2, which is fully bonced, will hit the pixels later.
However picking up on a theme from a little while back,
get your heads out of the ovens in the nonCSI 1919-1969.
No way.
Go on then, work out the panda bear racket and who runs it? No lack of money to feed retarded, selected for extinction, rented out hot piss water
bottle covers. No money for grit or pensions or surgery though.
Black and white or shades of clay warriors.
Practice run, for which those over primped pimped minstrels cannot get juxtaposed.
