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there once was a busty brunhilde,who went with a jerry built builder,the end of his john,was so badly put on,it snapped in her bladder and killed her.
Posted by Polla Bandoleros on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 02:04:00 PST |
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there was an old tramp from dunoon,who howled and barked at the moon,he picked up two kippers,and used them as slippers,while dancing around like a loon.
Posted by Polla Bandoleros on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 01:49:00 PST |
