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My view is that There is always an element of fun - no matter the situation - I recall Frankie Boyles comments on pornhunbs decision to give their Prime service to the citizens of Northen Italy - ".. know you know what the toilet paper was for. "
My view is that There is always an element of fun - no matter the situation - I recall Frankie Boyles comments on pornhubs decision to give their Prime service at no cost to the citizens of Northen Italy - ".. now you know what the toilet paper was for. "
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended—
That you have but slumbered here
While the Friday Poetry Corner did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Sir Mordac do not reprehend.
If you pardon, Pruffock will mend.
And, as I am an honest Alf,
If we have unearnèd luck
Now to ’scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long.
Else the Alf a liar call. So good night unto you all.
Give me your hands if we be friends,
Alf, if you want to be liked, you need to give us funny poetry. All your doom and gloom stuff feels a bit to much like actual real life right now...
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended—
That you have but slumbered here
While the Friday Poetry Corner did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Sir Mordac do not reprehend.
If you pardon, Pruffock will mend.
And, as I am an honest Alf,
If we have unearnèd luck
Now to ’scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long.
Else the Alf a liar call. So good night unto you all.
Give me your hands if we be friends,
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