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


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