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Thursday, November 13, 2008

On the Occasion of a Full Moon

Every morning I think
I hate going downstairs

But for the drunken birds
Posted by Nigel Tewksbury at 8:50 PM

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Drunken birds make life worth living. They are more agreeable to a good rogering whilst inebriated.

November 17, 2008 at 9:35 PM

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