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Where's the fuckin' pictures, then? I go through all that hassle to type lesbian xxx tits in Google (as well as Booble) and I get NOWT.
Charlie, you are adorable!
Ha! JART - that's cute (he says, typing L into the search engine...)
Jenny - thank you for your kind words. (Can I use that as a blurb?)
Dammit, I meant to wipe autocomplete on forms. My wife is too smaaaaart.
Ah, so JART is your wife (but she's mysteriously changed her name to SSS2...) You know, if she's really smart she'll find your search phrases even after you wipe autocomplete. Something to think about, eh?
Yis, Mrs Banks is indeed SS2 (or Softcore Sewing Season 2). And I'll just stop searching. I have them all saved to favourites anyway... ahhhh, shite.
SSS2 - I'm sure you can't ignore ALL of his compulsions.
Ray - we're talking openly about your "compulsions" on my blog. I hope this is OK with you.
Pretty much everything except the fanatical primping and posing in front of shop windows. Or the fact that whenever he says, "Wantsome chicken tonight, baby?" - he doesn't mean for dinner.
She's quite right. I don't mean that. I mean we get to wear our chicken viking hats and run around with marmite on our faces.
C'maaaan, it's an old custom.
Marmite? I thought it was Bovril, no? Maybe I've been enactng it wrong all these years.
Bovril won't work. It really has to be Marmite if you want to shake hands with Our Dark Lord.
Our Dark Lord Chicken?
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