Are you that special person who - weary from trudging the endless superhighways - just longs to camp next to a glorious oasis of the mind? Do you desire to explore new frontiers, splash in shared ideas, fill your belly with the refreshing fruits of inspiration, and bask in the gentle rays of fond reflection?
Well, you can fuck right off. This, my friends, is not that place. This place is... The ShadowLands.
This transcript is highly recommended reading (but you will need to scroll about half way down.)
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Steyn was fine But Terry was fluffy As towels tend to be. The committee was skittish, Not stiff-upper-lip British; He parried their constructs With two fingers up rear ducts. So fiddle-di-dee.
2 comments:
Steyn was fine
But Terry was fluffy
As towels tend to be.
The committee was skittish,
Not stiff-upper-lip British;
He parried their constructs
With two fingers up rear ducts.
So fiddle-di-dee.
"Terry was fluffy
As towels tend to be"
Bravo Mr Strop.
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