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of national grief

the erected column

doing a "nelson"

whilst taking a

voyage to Jamaica

where men are

usually in a

state of irie

rastafari was jah

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Alex_UK

Jamaica

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Nope, her idea.

I wore her

old mucky apron

and nothing else

for fifteen hours

whilst sporting a

a stovepipe hat

with integral chimney

poking up from

six feet under

into my soup

with many carrots

diced, to puke-up

for tramps to

scoop-up and eat

with British Sherry

made in Japan

by frigid midgets

teasing umpa lumpas

with their hairy

bottoms turned up

to No 11:eek:

then a 69

for no wicket

sticky it was

but some Swarfega

on middle stump

his middle-leg swelled

quivering uncontrolably it

ejaculated copious amounts

of engine oil

consumed that night

intestines primed for

a total re-spray

before the poofters

got their tools

and waved them

in the direction

of Roger, who

logged into ebay

paid his pal