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Heh, heh... I'm just glad Lee only likes women.
Alright, I'll play...Good Morning K_dubb!+1 to you.
Good morning, dear. But something's not quite right -- when I run your post through my bellgab translator (a project I've been secretly developing, pouring all my knowledge of culture and linguistics into it) it comes up with, approximately, "Go fuck yourself with a telephone pole."
Why won't anybody ANSWER me? Cause they finally figured out what you're up to. Do you really want to make me cry? Nope. Your Karma is going to make you do that, and more.
Your search query didn't return any matches.Search for: bart ell No, I was just being playful.On what grounds?Oh dear, no drone shots and the Little St. Johns of the paranormal interwebs is being tidied up for???
Good morning, dear. But something's not quite right -- when I run your post through my bellgabG translator (a project I've been secretly developing, pouring all my knowledge of culture and linguistics into it) it comes up with, approximately, "Go fuck yourself with a telephone pole."
Have a nice day.
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This according to a man who's never read Proust.
Star, honey, do you need a hug? Come to daddy.
Oh! I thought you'd never ask! Brace yourself. Heh, heh.
I've read it twice, you ninnying dandiprat. Your contention that Marcel indulged in a quick hand shandy in the bushes was pure fanciful speculation. You could get a stiffy from a set of vacuum cleaner instructions. That's what makes you so disliked in the better circles. That and the ever-present cloud of talcum powder that accompanies your every twinkle-toed step.
Wait. How come Shreddy get the cuter you??? Oh, wait. Because he's British. Right? RACIST!!!
I bet his sternum is like a collection of dried twigs. The merest cuddle will damage the poor swine irreparably. Carry on!
I checked around to make sure I hadn't imagined it and I find the scene is rather famous. Perhaps you are, simply, dense.
Oh that is not me, dear. That is some British fag.
Or I just have a pure mind. You probably huddle together in some nasty little corner with your fellow perverts, riffling through great works of literature only to find the dirty bits. Disgusting!
But, a British fag is a cigarette. So. Shreddy is the . . . MARLBORO MAN? COOL! (No not, Kool).
We must be understanding with the poor lizard. He swishes around with no shirt on, pipe permanently stuck in his unsightly fizzog. It's only a matter of time, one hopes, before he's carried away by a fatal bronchial complaint. Or stabbed by a lover of literature.
Wait! I forgot my little guy.
But, but, but, he's a good guy. I've never know him to be foul or nasty. And, ya gotta admit. He's a drop-dead gorgeous babe. (SSSSHHHhhhhh. Don't tell him I told ya that last part).
I guess, if you have a preference for pretentious albino gingers.
White skin is beautiful, too.
You're my hero. Don't ask why.
Only if you're trying to hide from Polar bears. Actually, the thought of you scampering around the North Pole pursued by those ferocious beasts is something we really need to make happen.
