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Iceland! Eyes front and center and off of my hooters!
You may look at my pon-poms, though. 
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I confess to posting in a thread where I haven’t a clue as to what is really going on in it…it seems to be a parody on all sports commentary, but hell, it’s British–they could be serious about it all!
And…and…Iwasneveracheerleader;ohitfeelsgoodtotellthetruth…
George?
That wasn’t me, that was Bob.
Ahem…if my eyes are front and center,they will be EXACTLY on your hooters…
or are you confessing you are a physically deformed freak 
Well…I can’t confess everything , now can I?
but you do have a point…hmmm–right. Change that: Iceland, eyes down!
(keep your eyes to yourself?) 
It was not FairyChatMom in the hot tub with a margarita. It was me in the rumpus room, with the riding crop.
And…
don’t hate me for this…
I wrote the Book of Love!
OK, OK, I’ll confess.
No one calls me the Space Cowboy, or the Gangster of Love, or Maurice. And I don’t speak of the pompatus of love. I don’t even know what a “pompatus of love” is.
I put the bomp in the bomp-she-bomp-a-bomp
And the ram in the ram-a-lang-a-ding-dong
(and I am unnaturally fixated with eleanor’s breasts…i just want more of them…more…more…more…:D)
You knew THIS was coming…
Are you sure you have finished it yet?
If you haven’t, could you please let me know when you are done, so I can purchase a copy instead of trying to figure this stuff out on my own.
Yes, yes I did.
But then again, I’m not one to let that get in the way of comedy.
Okay-he’s scaring me now. Is there an ocean between us? please?
I put it to you–how do you know I even have breasts?!
Is there a doctor in the house? Or maybe Iceland needs a priest?
Okay I admit…
…I didn’t have that fifth cigarette last night. I was too tired.
Since no-one else has owned up to it,I guess I have to confess that…
I am Spartacus!
I confess…
I was the second gunman on the grassy knoll.
Man, I been carrying that around for years. It’s good to have it all out in the open, at last…
I’m trying to. It wouldn’t be so hard if he weren’t so much fun. But, I’m going to be a good girl and stop…
I promise.
But if he does that thing with his tongue, I might be weak.
I’ll bet your epidermis was showing, too.
I’m Batman.
And, I’m prepared.
I confess…
I have a thing for Hostess Suzie-Q’s and Little Debbie Snack cakes.
[Runs off blushing]
I am so ashamed!!!