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Monday, January 12, 2009

Frankly

I am not sure what this story from the Bhutan Observer is about, but the introductory paragraph is a front-runner for lead-in of the year.

2 comments:

Egg said...

John Holmes?

blogstrop said...

"... she reacted quickly and her hand slapped his face. The fork she was holding pierced his lascivious lolling tongue. Ever since he has spoken with forked tongue.
Women of the region deny that vaginas are crooked, but agree that they sit on a goldmine which must be approached obliquely."