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Sit on my face, and tell me that you love me.
I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you, too.
I love to hear you moralize,
When I'm between your thighs;
You blow me away!
Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you.
I'll sit on your face and let my love be truly.
Life can be fine if we both sixty-nine,
And we'll sit on our faces in all sorts of places and play,
'Till we're blown away!
I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you, too.
I love to hear you moralize,
When I'm between your thighs;
You blow me away!
Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you.
I'll sit on your face and let my love be truly.
Life can be fine if we both sixty-nine,
And we'll sit on our faces in all sorts of places and play,
'Till we're blown away!
Uitspraak van verwijderd op donderdag 30 augustus 2007 om 22:47:I blow my nose in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time...
Nu nog dat accent erbij denken
WHADDAYOU WANT?
Well, Well, I was told outside that...
DON'T GIVE ME THAT, YOU SNOTTY-FACED HEAP OF PARROT DROPPINGS!
What?
SHUT YOUR FESTERING GOB, YOU TIT! YOUR TYPE MAKES ME PUKE! YOU VACUOUS
STUFFY-NOSED MALODOROUS PERVERT!!!
Yes, but I came here for an argument!!
OH! Oh! I'm sorry! This is abuse!
Well, Well, I was told outside that...
DON'T GIVE ME THAT, YOU SNOTTY-FACED HEAP OF PARROT DROPPINGS!
What?
SHUT YOUR FESTERING GOB, YOU TIT! YOUR TYPE MAKES ME PUKE! YOU VACUOUS
STUFFY-NOSED MALODOROUS PERVERT!!!
Yes, but I came here for an argument!!
OH! Oh! I'm sorry! This is abuse!
It's my belief that these sheep are laborin' under
the misapprehension that they're birds. Observe their be'avior.
Take for a start the sheeps' tendency to 'op about the field
on their 'ind legs. Now witness their attmpts to fly from
tree to tree. Notice that they do not so much fly as...plummet.
the misapprehension that they're birds. Observe their be'avior.
Take for a start the sheeps' tendency to 'op about the field
on their 'ind legs. Now witness their attmpts to fly from
tree to tree. Notice that they do not so much fly as...plummet.
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I'm not a witch, I'm not a witch!
Er,...but you are dressed as one.
THEY dressed me up like this.
No! nooo! We didn't! We didn't!
And this isn't my nose, it's a false one!
Well?
Well, we did do the nose.
The nose?
And the Hat. But she's a witch!
Yeah! Burn her! Burn! Burn her!
Did you dress her up like this?
NO! No, no, no, no, no, no...
yes.
yes. yes. yes. A bit. yes. a bit. a bit.
(hopefully) She has got a wart...
What makes you think she is a witch?
Well, She turned me into a newt!!
a newt?
I got better...
BURN HER anyway! BURN! BURN! BURN HER!
Quiet, quiet, quiet, QUIETA There are ways of *telling* whether she
is a witch!
Are there? What? Tell us, then! Tell us!
Tell me. What do you do with witches?
BUUUURN!!!!! BUUUUUURRRRNN!!!!! You BURN them!!!! BURN!!
And what do you burn apart from witches?
More Witches!
Er,...but you are dressed as one.
THEY dressed me up like this.
No! nooo! We didn't! We didn't!
And this isn't my nose, it's a false one!
Well?
Well, we did do the nose.
The nose?
And the Hat. But she's a witch!
Yeah! Burn her! Burn! Burn her!
Did you dress her up like this?
NO! No, no, no, no, no, no...
yes.
yes. yes. yes. A bit. yes. a bit. a bit.
(hopefully) She has got a wart...
What makes you think she is a witch?
Well, She turned me into a newt!!
a newt?
I got better...
BURN HER anyway! BURN! BURN! BURN HER!
Quiet, quiet, quiet, QUIETA There are ways of *telling* whether she
is a witch!
Are there? What? Tell us, then! Tell us!
Tell me. What do you do with witches?
BUUUURN!!!!! BUUUUUURRRRNN!!!!! You BURN them!!!! BURN!!
And what do you burn apart from witches?
More Witches!
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis?
Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong?
It's swell to have a stiffy.
It's divine to own a dick,
From the tiniest little tadger
To the world's biggest prick.
So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas.
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake,
Your piece of pork, your wife's best friend,
Your Percy, or your cock.
You can wrap it up in ribbons.
You can slip it in your sock,
But don't take it out in public,
Or they will stick you in the dock,
And you won't come back.
Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong?
It's swell to have a stiffy.
It's divine to own a dick,
From the tiniest little tadger
To the world's biggest prick.
So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas.
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake,
Your piece of pork, your wife's best friend,
Your Percy, or your cock.
You can wrap it up in ribbons.
You can slip it in your sock,
But don't take it out in public,
Or they will stick you in the dock,
And you won't come back.









