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Previously on "Is it time to ban this russell fella, yet?"
It would be the best possible outcome, if both went. Now SB will probably accuse me of running crying to the mods again.
How about as a compromise you volunteer to leave, I'm sure no one will miss you, except maybe the insomnia sufferers who used your posts for medicinal purposes.
God, never saw my old man so flustered in all my life. Well not until later that day when we drove through the Bois De Boulogne .
There was a really fit looking blonde used to work there during the summer months, usually sitting in a deckchair. Looked fit until a tax driver told me that she was a he...
Not really an inferiority complex. It's a Napoleon Complex
Are you referring to Napoleon's having a very small penis? I have the misfortune of having seen it as a child. It's pickled in a jar in some Parisian museum.
Really opened my eyes that trip.
I'll never forget walking past this shop whose window contained a mechanical female mannequin peddling a recumbent bicycle; the front wheel of which had had its rims removed and on the end of each spoke was a rubber tongue.
A mechanical fanny licker in other words.
God, never saw my old man so flustered in all my life. Well not until later that day when we drove through the Bois De Boulogne .
Tommorow, Thou will contract with me in Heaven for 3k a day, fear not.
I've been to heaven. I once died after a car crash. My heart stopped, it went cold and then I saw a light. I saw the gates, a white bearded old man and he beckoned me. Just as I was about to go through the gates they managed to restart my heart.
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