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anstey martins 

it’s a very bad school the are blind teachers xx

Laura Sanchez doesn’t care about the pupils she favourites them and kicks out the innocent they don’t stop bullying.
you’ll probably fail your gcse there because off how bad it is and there off stead is a disgusting. Don’t send your kids there and move school. Zooey meadowcroft is a devil she will stalk you to death xx and don’t forget Greasy hanna cook or timy hacket there your nightmare and then there’s mrs Norman with her spérm brows good luck if you go there.
Anstey martins is a place we’re they discriminate you
anstey martins by a person x April 16, 2019

Amsterdam Traffic Light 

Generally a fun game played by tourists visiting the Dutch capital of Amsterdam. First the group goes to a coffee shop and smoke some cannabis (Green Light). Next, the group goes to a bar for a beer (Yellow Light) and finally a stop by the girls in the red light district (Red Light).
My friends and I visited Amsterdam last week and completed six rounds of the Amsterdam Traffic Light! I am now down 500 Euro!

Amsterdamnesia 

Amnesia from Amsterdam, the finest string you'll ever find. For non believers: go check it out.
Cough, cough, cough, dude this amnesia tastes even better and stronger than usual!
- Yea of course bro, it's amsterdamnesia...
Amsterdamnesia by 420/7 November 11, 2011

simon amstell 

very, very, very funny guy from england, co-hosts the best program ever popworld, he is cooler than you and wears transformer jumpers etc.
oh look popworlds on
simon amstell by secret person. March 31, 2005

Amsterdam whoopee cushion 

The act of blowing air into ones vagina then violently pushing down on her stomach to make her uncontrollably queef
I surprised Jenny with an Amsterdam whoopee cushion last night......... she beat the sit out of me

The Amsterdam Hash King 

A now famous folk hero, in his still virile seventies, who once travelled all about in his ‘66 Volkswagen van, hangin’ out and lightin’ up with all the beautiful women he left in his wake.
I remember that handsome, red-bearded Viking, we called him “The Amsterdam Hash King;” I ran my fingers through his long locks more than once!