Now go away or I will taunt you a second time.
Well it doesn’t matter, anyway. I can hit it seven times out of ten, that’s the point.
Look, you stupid bastard, you’ve got no arms left!
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more, say no more.
Well, never mind, I’ll just take the Lord Lieutenant in Nylons then, and these two copies of Piggy Parade. Thank you.
What can I say? I mean, how can I encapsulate in mere words my scorn for any military solution? The fultility of modern warfare? And the hypocrisy by which contemporary government applies one standard to violence within the community and another to violence perpetrated by one community upon another?
What an eccentric performance.
Proust in his first book wrote about, he wrote about
Proust in his first book wrote about…
I sentence you to be hanged by the neck until you cheer up.
It’s Christmas in Heaven.
There’s great films on TV:
‘The Sound of Music’ twice an hour
And ‘Jaws’ One, Two, and Three.
We are three wise men.
And tomorrow is Three Kings Day.
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You lucky bastard!
But apart from attacking that prurient hot-bed of left-wing continentalism at Shepherds Bush, what else do these ordinary mums think? Do they accept Hegelianism?
The plumage don’t enter into it.
Do you get wafers with it?
She is very fond of cricket, as a matter of fact.
“I’m rather fond of dogs…fond of dogs…fond of dogs…fond of dogs…”
“'Scuse me, the record’s stuck…record’s stuck…record’s stuck…record’s stuck…”
Leaping from tree to tree! As they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia! With my best girl by my side!
squally pocker dum.