Names Of The Shag Bands

My savings are in the land of Care Bears! Waaaaaaw!

M a banker is a bit Noddy in the Land of buttons with rainbow rainbows everywhere around and ponies that make poop flowers and mountains of whipped where you can go tobogganing along with Teddy's ass-hair kittens.

Yes, you guessed it, my banker was a bit much, and was con-con.

And moreover, suffers from a devastating syndrome of amnesia. Certainly due to a quasi-permanent state of bliss and three naive neurons Survivors.

Last month, the banker at Mackerel:
- It will make an appointment, hey, it was an up-to-point to make. It will fit you on 22?

Mackerel:
- many? * Translation: What Do I still want the button on legs? Damn, I have nothing to reproach myself all my bills are nickel, Cod has not crossed with the savings! Shit, she'll still get screwed up sleeping in for bullshit! And besides, I scratch my ass! *

The banker, reassuring
- Nah, but you worry about, eh, it's nothing nasty, just a clarification, what.

Mackerel, a little con vanquished
- me or goes to 22.

22! Blowin 'the cops. Mackerel wakes up to the flock, the banker called to warn of its mini-delay of three quarters of an hour and hop forward.

Mackerel:
- Hello. The banker-

macaroon:
- Hello.

* A password-haired angel *

The banker-macaroon * Careful, the blunder happens * :
- Ben er ... Why you've made an appointment?

Mackerel, Zen, but also the forehead veins popping as those of an ass chick in the throes of hemorrhoids:
- For frigged you fuck your life bitch! Because you told me he had to a tune. So I'm coming to a tune.

The banker, shot in the air Care Bears:
- Ah yes, maybe, I dunno. Well that's what. Er ... No, everything is fine.

She has not had to play the piston mom and dad to get there. She had orgy with Scrooge. I see no other explanation.