God loves a cheerful giver, don’t damage your liver. I went down to the hair salon and got my lip pierced. Among the rockstar strong hold hair fudge, a sharp pain followed by a stud through the lip, so spit it out poet because words don’t have to be pretty. The body piercer wore doc marten boots and when she put her needle through my lip her face was so close to mine we could have kissed. In a modern day shopping centre, Roman Saxons in an ancient city.