Rachel Reeves (Remove filter)
Rescue his Sausage!
Rachel from accounts thinks Jeremy’s got a big ego.
She talks in her sleep; in her dreams it figures a lot!
But Kier’s ain’t much bigger; and how, you may ask, do I know?
Well, his flies are undone - the darn thing’s a bloody great flop.
Tuesday 5th August 2025 2:48 pm
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