verbal time machines
“Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it.”
Shakespearean Insulter
“What floods of bliss! What melting transports! What agonies of delight!”
Victorian Sex Cry Generator
P.S.
Q: What do you call a clairvoyant midget who just broke out of prison?
A: A small medium at large.
31 July 2005, 20:07 ::
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