My first girlfriend was a hairy, fifty year old Polish lumberjack. He came over to fix our garden, then I fell in love with his mighty plumber's crack.
I still have his picture, which I, erm, 'use' whenever I'm 'lonely':
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My first girlfriend was a hairy, fifty year old Polish lumberjack. He came over to fix our garden, then I fell in love with his mighty plumber's crack.
I still have his picture, which I, erm, 'use' whenever I'm 'lonely':
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Last edited by Louis VI the Fat; 10-10-2010 at 23:36.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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