Peas Parry (LQQK)
Destination...SOUTH! PRAKE my sundry, ye oath of lore.
The lore describeth towards noon, whereas I am yet unnoticed. I feel increasingly anxious over bregs, especially on this 2 weeks eve, upon us, it is. Have you felt this need, this insatiable twinge for a good bregs? I have, and its eating my soup...! Super soup, supper supposed to be sumptuous. Best Pease, Barking Barrier On Thu, 13 Dec 2012 01:26:53 +0100, MMkay17432 - The Terrible Twenties Years > wrote: > Never deal with peas, please. > Feel a faint blow to your GAME.com. > Serious shit, but I must digress. Bless this mess, these bregs of > Christmas past. > Expired gander out your ass, and with chamber music I must retire. > Rock Hart the ultimate paragon, and Delolden my squire. > Pray with me and pass the bunions, > and I will give you funions without question, and hold the dressing > before undressing. > And here comes the squander > of bregs asunder, another blunder for your leftover peas parry, and for > your mother named Larry. > > - The Bregs Prayer, on Christmas Two-Weeks Eve > > Don't Thank Me, > Tarpin Terrier -- Using Opera's revolutionary email client: http://www.opera.com/mail/ --- news://freenews.netfront.net/ - complaints: --- |
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