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Spoiled my week she did.
Not because of the sixty thousand snoopers who will be watching my every move.
Not because of the hypocrisy that she doesn't torture people.
No.
It was the song, dammit.
One of the best gigs I ever saw was the Ozark Mountain Daredevils.
Round about 1977 - memories are a bit choice at that time.
They played Jackie Blue.
Great song.
Loved the song, still do.
You know the phrase 'Don't think about elephants'?.
Every time I hear about our Home Secretary, or The Ozarks, I will think about a sad old woman who used to be a kitchen porter masturbating in her room under the stairs.
Oooooh, oooooh, ooooh, ughhhhh, ughhhhhh, JacquiBlue.
Am I truly a sad bastard?
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I did not say that !
Damn it.
What I said was that Jack Boots are not really my cup of tea.
However - gimme the clap if you will but it was not me that did the dirty deed.
I really must object to this!
Don't wank twice it's alright
When Mr Jack Vance had published in the UK in the 1970s his /Tschai, Planet Of Adventure/ volume "Servants Of The Wankh," the extra aitch was stuck on to deter schoolboys -- but, thousands was sold nonetheless and pored over (alas, in vain) in back of the bike sheds....
Wookie, as we speak I am on E-Bay to get a copy of the said tome.
Sounds hotter than a Home Secretary's expense account.
It's impossible to look at our Home Secretary without thinking of elephants.
It's impossible to look at our Home Secretary without thinking of elephants.
Is that worth posting a third time?
Anti, everything is possible in the big city.
All is a spectacle in the underground stations.
Thank you anon - well observed.
Will remember that one.
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