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09 May 15
16:45
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you know, meet someone, court them fall in love , stay together...just seems to be all sex, shagging and orgies these days, nobody wants romance anymore
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want a bet on it?
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prefer a bromance hear ..
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Romance died the day women started leaving the kitchen and went on their equal rights crusade. Saw their true colours then
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Burt
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It was like that back in the 40's no doubt, when British soldiers were dying on the battlefields, their wives back home were getting frisky with American soldiers, then innocently waved their hankies in the air with excitement on return of their loved ones. Divorce often ensued when the wife got bigger, and food wasn't to blame.
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Pandora is a strange one and no mistaking. Complaining about a lack of long walks in the country, poignant letters filled with repressed emotion and a lack of flowers and chocolates when the rest of us are out there snorting coke off heaving chebs, rattling our spuds off dirt boxes and carrying on like our diccks might drop off tomorrow and he thinks we've got the problem?
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he still dreaming of an illicit rendezvous with Nigel
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Apart from the few who die of strange communicable pecker related diseases or those who burn their house down when flames shoot out of their diccks I don't hear many people complaining on their death beds that they got too much trim.
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Roses are red.
Apples are green. Open your kippers. And I'll fill you with cream. |
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deary Me
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