I was visiting a rural village in Mozambique back in 1996 when I came across a small desolate hut on the outskirts of the village. I asked the elders of the town about who inhabited said hut and they simply began to weep. I was dumbfounded, I had never seen such a reaction. I was about to walk away when a small child came up to me and whispered 'El cluney'. I knew immediately who she was referring to, it was Martin.
I sprinted to the hut and flung open the door to find a unkept, savage Martin tearing open a can of Heinz beans with his mouth.
In the corner of the hut a pickle jar full of his pubic hairs which he had meticulously plucked. In the other corner, a small Bosch microwave perched on top of a child. who was sat sobbing softly humming the tune to Tom Jones sexbomb as she awaited her next meal.
That aside I hugged him and we began to perform the jive to the small Childs humming.
all in all a pretty good holiday thank you Thomas cook (RIP).
I sprinted to the hut and flung open the door to find a unkept, savage Martin tearing open a can of Heinz beans with his mouth.
In the corner of the hut a pickle jar full of his pubic hairs which he had meticulously plucked. In the other corner, a small Bosch microwave perched on top of a child. who was sat sobbing softly humming the tune to Tom Jones sexbomb as she awaited her next meal.
That aside I hugged him and we began to perform the jive to the small Childs humming.
all in all a pretty good holiday thank you Thomas cook (RIP).
doo
doo
Push my Cluney into me
Agadoo
doo
doo
Make my Martin grind on me
To the left
To the right
Jump up and down and to the knees
Come and dance
Every night
Sing with Cluney riding me
xx
Hi Martin
Just thought you would like to know that our Beautiful Quincy Jones went to the big kennel in the sky a few months ago. You wanted to keep him when he said hello to you one evening in St Puy. Although he was born in Australia he spent most of his life in France, where he was allowed into hotels, restaurants and non food shops. In fact he thought he was more human than canine.
We are just about to sell our property here in Caussens and return to Australia after being here in France for 12 years.
Even before you met our Quincy Jones, we were, and are admirers of your work, and my husband also has the loves of horses as you do.
Long may you continue to entertain your fans and enjoy your life, even under these trying times.
Yours sincerely Carol & Andrew & QJ xxx
Just thought you would like to know that our Beautiful Quincy Jones went to the big kennel in the sky a few months ago. You wanted to keep him when he said hello to you one evening in St Puy. Although he was born in Australia he spent most of his life in France, where he was allowed into hotels, restaurants and non food shops. In fact he thought he was more human than canine.
We are just about to sell our property here in Caussens and return to Australia after being here in France for 12 years.
Even before you met our Quincy Jones, we were, and are admirers of your work, and my husband also has the loves of horses as you do.
Long may you continue to entertain your fans and enjoy your life, even under these trying times.
Yours sincerely Carol & Andrew & QJ xxx
Whilst surfing the web in search for videos of Martin playing with kittens (a weekly occurrence) I stumbled across a piece of harrowing information that has lead me to believe that our beloved Martin may have played apart in the Russian invasion of Afghanistan. If true this would implicate the Clunester in a serious breach of the Geneva convention and possibly mean that he would have to go up in front of a NATO council.
Due to the severity of this situation I would like to call a halt to my internet beef with Martyclunes1974 in order to clear our heroes name, unless he's guilty, in which case we will break our lord out and pledge our allegiance to Don Martin
Due to the severity of this situation I would like to call a halt to my internet beef with Martyclunes1974 in order to clear our heroes name, unless he's guilty, in which case we will break our lord out and pledge our allegiance to Don Martin
i remember the first time i injected heroin, it was against my will but never the less a superb experience. on the eve of my 15th birthday i met martin at a meet and greet, we hung out for hours afterwards. martin would offer me lost of "happy sweets" that looked a lot like my mums sad pills and also he made me drink lots of grape juice that tasted really weird.
to cut to the chase, not soon after i woke up with my trousers at my ankles and at least 6 different needles in my arm, thing and cock. Martin had sent me to space and back, in a fit of rage and inconvenient circumstances i ripped my dick clean from by body. the drugs had numbed my body to the point in which i felt nothing, so at the time it seemed all fun and games.
in retrospect i seriously regret my time with martin and would give anything in this world to have my cock back, but we live and learn. as the french baguette eating surrender monkeys say.
c'est la vie
to cut to the chase, not soon after i woke up with my trousers at my ankles and at least 6 different needles in my arm, thing and cock. Martin had sent me to space and back, in a fit of rage and inconvenient circumstances i ripped my dick clean from by body. the drugs had numbed my body to the point in which i felt nothing, so at the time it seemed all fun and games.
in retrospect i seriously regret my time with martin and would give anything in this world to have my cock back, but we live and learn. as the french baguette eating surrender monkeys say.
c'est la vie
martyclunes1974 No one questions my love for CLUNEDOG and gets away with it. I will mud you grandad get off the internet or face the consequences.
I was sat happily watching videos of Martin on Good morning Britain when I had the displeasure of stumbling across the filth that you conjured up in your message. I was revolted, sickened. my cats fled the room as I emitted a screech so mighty that my neighbour mistook it for one of my animals being in excruciating pain and phoned reported my house to the RSPCA. I am now on my scene dan last warning with them, one more and they'll take my cats away
Accept that there are new Cluners on the scene and prepare to be phased out. Mention my name again and you'll regret it, People feared me in school for the rambunctious fury that I could work myself into. I haven't been this angry since they made dr who a woman!!!!!!!!
I was sat happily watching videos of Martin on Good morning Britain when I had the displeasure of stumbling across the filth that you conjured up in your message. I was revolted, sickened. my cats fled the room as I emitted a screech so mighty that my neighbour mistook it for one of my animals being in excruciating pain and phoned reported my house to the RSPCA. I am now on my scene dan last warning with them, one more and they'll take my cats away
Accept that there are new Cluners on the scene and prepare to be phased out. Mention my name again and you'll regret it, People feared me in school for the rambunctious fury that I could work myself into. I haven't been this angry since they made dr who a woman!!!!!!!!
It is come to my most obedient attention that the man whom i love with the most dearest of offection has been quite literally shagging the living daylights out of my wife behind my back
the irony of this situation is more hidden than first imagined, the idea of martin railing the pig whore excuse of a women, whom i am reluctant enough to call my wife is not truly were my envy lies.
i envy that it is not be being laid down and pulverised by martins spiritual magic.
my wife knows nothing of what this hunky dory man means to a poor reckless soul like myself.
I know youre reading this martin, and i know you want me like is so dearly long for you.
take me away from this doomed reality, whisk me up upon the starlights of the heavens, hold me closer and lay me down in sheets of linen. you are what i dream of and what the so powerful loins beg for
come to me
the irony of this situation is more hidden than first imagined, the idea of martin railing the pig whore excuse of a women, whom i am reluctant enough to call my wife is not truly were my envy lies.
i envy that it is not be being laid down and pulverised by martins spiritual magic.
my wife knows nothing of what this hunky dory man means to a poor reckless soul like myself.
I know youre reading this martin, and i know you want me like is so dearly long for you.
take me away from this doomed reality, whisk me up upon the starlights of the heavens, hold me closer and lay me down in sheets of linen. you are what i dream of and what the so powerful loins beg for
come to me
