the lonely furrow |
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From: | chaika |
Date: | January 22nd, 2011 - 05:53 pm |
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es iegāju tildes datorvārdnīcā, lai pārliecinātos, ko nozīmē "plughing" un nospiedu uz izrunas atskaņošanu - skan kā gāzīte
From: | chaika |
Date: | January 22nd, 2011 - 06:04 pm |
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yes, that's the art!
| From: | brookings |
Date: | January 22nd, 2011 - 06:15 pm |
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| | Life in the country boozer - updated | (Link) |
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He
Rolled up in a cart, threw some darts Let go a fart or two Had a heart to heart Over a jar too many
Checked out the exchange and mart On the bar-top
Then
Part-ed with a tart who had a
wart
| From: | martcore |
Date: | January 22nd, 2011 - 06:32 pm |
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| | Re: Life in the country boozer - updated | (Link) |
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quite smart
| From: | brookings |
Date: | January 22nd, 2011 - 06:36 pm |
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“It is a smart art” confided he later to said tart
“ploughing the lonely furrow”
„Turpini art“ – muttered the exchange-and-mart Lātvian tart.
„Only the old cunts in the field know How hard it is to keep it straight.“
„You have a problem keeping strite? Well I can help“ she offered as he crashed the car gently by the hedge in Slut Hole’s Lane in Fuldmedston (pronounced fondle me des ton by those not from around there).
So what if it has a kink in it he thought to himself, passing out gently in her lap.
„you jis hatta black the cunt over and get it drilled straight“ .
This was his last thought for the evening.
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