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Dan was such an ardent fan of schwab and scoros
With such evil plans, he toadied up this man from
Wang' As we call Wangeratta.) for he didn't give a damn' his pebble specs were
Focused on, the denigration of Victorians.' In his own real dirty
Plans, almost two years he weilded terror, all trust he would
Destroy, i would cringe were I related.' What thoughts would have
The mother? I really wonder? Of her boy.? He resigned his
Seat, quite dirty now; another takes it on' maybe just as
Evil' A w e f moron? After said retirement he thought to take
Up golf.? But they rejcted him at Mornington, said he's really as bad
As rolf
Not a man..' In the way of honourable' i suppose is what is meant
All of his attributes?? Are what others might call bent?
Portslade club, you've done us proud may Australians all stand
Straight! And applaud you loud and strong, granted grace i hope
To come, and wish all well in verse and song.' You truly are my mates'
Now Dan the dil.? I rate him low, Pentridge being' too good for him to go
A hole in one, one mile below and i'll dig that. And by hand I trow' Its the
Place where he should go, you dirty crook minded ham, no act no
Words, will ever take away, the shame, you ladled on..The ones that
Gave you chance, to show your attributes?? And was that wrong??
Its good your gone, you brought me tears I felt much shame I hate
The whisper of your name, Koby Dimond is light years ahead, you evil Scum; to me you're dead.' For all The hurts you heaped on others,
May you rot away ( you wrongo ) lover! forever; with all the other sick
Misinfo Shovers.!
Fuscus Belcanto
the "exemplum"
interupted the scene when
the instructers
trow biscuits at the fatter
people to illustrate to the healthier people
how a fatter people responds to certain things.
When they changed to yeast rolls
one instructed stood in the way
to get the first of the warm
treats. This made the fatter people
to think this person suported there point of view, he didn't
and doing the discussions afterward
the people who liked the yeast rolls out numbered the
people who liked the biscuits.
But they were asked to do a summation
to create phrases that
could be used tin a song. The song was meant to be sweet
and the Cantrix was already
signed to a contract
they just needed a song
thats way they did this to these people.
From the Book Fat Shamed
or Phat Shamed
By Decressia Mennis
of Flourboard Expressions
The Hot water will spoil the
your plans if it aint the right temperture
luctatio they branded the term
to define there interest
it was clear to all involved
Could stand proud and applaud.
Tuxedos and gowns, tonight.
We started out looking
for silver and gold.
We had designed a buckle for
the belt.
We carved it by hand.
It was rather beautiful
I put " Worlds Champion"
across the top.
The eagle was centered below the
Championship claim.
I thought it was rather beautiful
The day of the unveiling, I had asked
Saddlemen to go to the store
and get some nice wine
nothing real fancy or weird.
We needed it to start the celebration.
It's a tradition to start the celebration off with the pour of
the wine.
We poured it into a bassoon.
We don't drink it we trow it out.
I gave him enough for two bottles.
One to start the celebration and the other to end the evening.
It's fun you know I really think people
are gonna have a great time tonight!
”... there is no con troll…”
and those who know,
ARE the Spice.
Hobbit, be nice, they said
Trees return to the desert bed
”.... time is moving….”
Stow the bell and pass the soothing….
Girl got eyes alive with tunes and
Brandywine in the mind, Valentine.
Summer sets glow in colored winds
A bell rang, troll… are you my friend?
”.... her ring my Lord, IS the Pearl…”
How can this be? That the HE, is a girl?
Sign the Vermeer on the wall in here…
Curtains fall in silent halls and her pen…
STrikes to take the pebble from his hand.
Holbytla… it’s Me. Again.
”... get the Yoke?....” lol!
Form:
He said, I don't know why you're acting like this.
Yoou trow the cornbread on thr table
and it fell to the floor. I got up and left.
you hit me with the Hoe, on purpose
again I left.
When you took the credit card
and put it back in mthe draw with
nothing one it:
I didn't say anything.
But yesterday I went
to the Women at Beat- ah- Bytch.
And hired sum Protection.
you gonna get your honey.
They gonna get you!
Told them E'ery thang.
You don't know who you dealin wiff!
How bout that!
How do them apples grab you?
Bet not be mad cause you pregant:
I asked you if
I could do-it!
You say yes Baby!
You said Yes!
Bet-knot be!
Excepts from "Your Mean Mother" or " Une mere Phussier"
written by Vargue Howarth, New Tile press. Ny, New York.
written with permission from
Gabby Noitall and Bet knot Mister who appears courtsey
of Prestige and money, Fame of wealthy men Inc.
call Brime Stoney for music rights.
Brime appears courtsey of gumout tasting bbq
with watered down ketsup Music Company.
Things Fussing People say: recorded live
with permission from Fussy and Them.
From Damn fool Record Company.
Godbout Canada.....
Mama Africa
She gave us a world
Inside this world
Was all we ever ask for
She gave us nature
To nurture our life's
Yet we are full
Of ignorance
Fighting for what
We don't need
Just to satisfy
Our urge
She gave birth
To love
Yet we trow hatred
Back to her face
What kind of humans
Are we today
If we are to live
With out her
She gave us life
Yet we chose to
Destroy it
Pollute it
And live like
She meant harm
To our comfort
She saved us from
Darkness
Still we kill her
Life
And now
Sooner or later
We are so soon
To destroy her world
Just because of our ignorance
the outrage caused her to curse and lie.
She told her people of the story of
the sycamore Gap Tree: near
Hadrian's Wall. The stems that grows largest of
all stems.An arborist might detail.
She heard he was facetious, and refused
to take the situation seriously.Recalling the
night he and she would ride there horse
through the woods and trow rotten tomatoes at
people as they rode by.
Auld the fellow who fell the tree! Auld the son of
the fellow who felled the tree! Clipe one said of the woman
who ratted on the two: who fell the tree.Concupiscible
the ancient tree by the ancient Roman wall
near england and near Scotland,
"Concupiscible in deed!" said the woman.
Brabble might we augue of the detail, might it resprout
as the arborist would say,: might it resprout, than we will
have a new tree! Might the trunk be mickled to
be an oboe for an orchestra, whilst a
chatter box muse in song!A bawbag Festival,
one would say? She asked of the need to
fall an ancient tree by the ancient wall near
both Scotland and Near England.
Aye:aye the sorter of
bawbags mind you!" both Scottish and English.
Would one then take the trunk of the treto make picture frame and
chest to be make mystery of the large truck that
we may whisper whooniums in private?
Than some might brawl as they are crabbitt from not
being in the factous knowings,. He who is crabbit might brawl?
Is marrage the socail good? Such sings the chatter-box.