US
・UK
Oh why lazy unfocused your waist it's love, the cosmic labor with such tenderness a perfect strike you fix the horror on your face the slaughter supply no blood in this s divine preserving prime muscle Divid up your thy end in the height was an shelling linger I have devour all of you in time oh your heart Aunt Clap My love, my heart so grab a taste check away I'm still praying on the butcher's bang to snap this in you I want to get within you I want to never give you rigor mortis mole and melting but dear, you should be grateful that I won't waste a good meal and all my love precision cars and curse in real life Just got to see you I want to get within you I want to tissue but I'm fine the slaughter's on I love to see you coming down and setting spine Until I've got your play don't let go Grab a plate, have a taste Chuck away, don't watch and I'm still Rain on a bunch of Spain and all the slaughters My, my darling, get under the knife, you're broken right?
So grab a plate, have a taste, chuck away, don't watch and say I'm still praying on the butcher's bane.
We chuck away around 25 million slices of bread every day in the UK from our homes.
they will never be as convenient as a free cup from the shop that you just chuck away when you're done.