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As the stamp robbery was happening, I was being born 😂😂😂
So it wasn't u then
Get your alibi in early 😂😂
Did you come by post?
Post man pat stole those stamps
fantastic robbery right at the end. perfect.
Nice pay day that 👌💷
Perfect examples of tupenny blues. Perfect margins and everything. I know exactly where Adler street Whitechapel is as well. I used to pick up scrap metal from those same offices. Well in the car Park.
Facial recognition’s come a long way
lol what a spritely old lady at 30.25
Somebody must had some mailing to do
What will be will be - and the silver will be stolen.
I shouldn't laugh watching it but certain parts just crack me up I can't help it
Somebody anybody please tell me those pub robbing scumbags got caught.
31:52 so thats how Salvador Dali could afford all those art supplies
How did i get here
we don't know, how did you get here?
You were chosen brother?
The sands of time shift yet connections remain like the silver threads of spiders webs from our childhood mornings. Or the algorithm
❤
As the stamp robbery was happening, I was being born 😂😂😂
So it wasn't u then
Get your alibi in early 😂😂
Did you come by post?
Post man pat stole those stamps
fantastic robbery right at the end. perfect.
Nice pay day that 👌💷
Perfect examples of tupenny blues. Perfect margins and everything. I know exactly where Adler street Whitechapel is as well. I used to pick up scrap metal from those same offices. Well in the car Park.
Facial recognition’s come a long way
lol what a spritely old lady at 30.25
Somebody must had some mailing to do
What will be will be - and the silver will be stolen.
I shouldn't laugh watching it but certain parts just crack me up I can't help it
Somebody anybody please tell me those pub robbing scumbags got caught.
31:52 so thats how Salvador Dali could afford all those art supplies
How did i get here
we don't know, how did you get here?
You were chosen brother?
The sands of time shift yet connections remain like the silver threads of spiders webs from our childhood mornings. Or the algorithm
❤