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His mother wasn't born. In 1976 they had yet to discover sexual intercourse in FLC's neck of the woods. At that time they used to replenish the family group by raiding warthog litters. That explains his "appeal".
Something else that has yet to be discovered. Coincidence?
His mother wasn't born. In 1976 they had yet to discover sexual intercourse in FLC's neck of the woods. At that time they used to replenish the family group by raiding warthog litters. That explains his "appeal".
Somewhere out there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breathe. I think you owe it an apology.
His mother wasn't born. In 1976 they had yet to discover sexual intercourse in FLC's neck of the woods. At that time they used to replenish the family group by raiding warthog litters. That explains his "appeal".
I'll spare a nostalgic smile for a filthy blonde minx from Pontefract. Happy days. No idea what she's up to now, but given what we got up to, she'll have a chuff like Dumbledore's sleeve if she kept it up.
I'll spare a nostalgic smile for a filthy blonde minx from Pontefract. Happy days. No idea what she's up to now, but given what we got up to, she'll have a chuff like Dumbledore's sleeve if she kept it up.
FFS!! Why on earth should we be "celebrating" the place that gave us the Ripper, Jimmy Savile, the Rotherham Paedo Ring and Arthur fooking Scargill?
We ought to be covering the existence of Yorkshire UP, not announcing it. Maybe we could give the job of burying it to the South Yorkshire Police?
Honestly, what next? National Gurning Simpleton Day with sas as poster boy, resplendent in his Dobby outfit??!!
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