Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old,
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Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue
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You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
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Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her
Onward noodly pirates!
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Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose
The revolution has abandoned you. You're on your own now.
The Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not get caught.
The Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not get caught.
fueledbycoffee wrote:America has a long and hallowed tradition of irrational tax evasion and belligerence. We are the national equivalent of the Nac Mac Feegle. And we're the leaders of the free world. Damn, now I've scared myself shitless.
Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled
Now Hypercaffeinated! Share and Enjoy!
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
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Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on toast.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on toast.
Onward noodly pirates!
Bactrian Moose
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Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair maroon
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair maroon
Onward noodly pirates!
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Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited
Dream no small dreams, for they have no power to move men -- Goethe
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dward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup
The revolution has abandoned you. You're on your own now.
The Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not get caught.
The Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not get caught.
fueledbycoffee wrote:America has a long and hallowed tradition of irrational tax evasion and belligerence. We are the national equivalent of the Nac Mac Feegle. And we're the leaders of the free world. Damn, now I've scared myself shitless.
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Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
Onward noodly pirates!
Bactrian Moose
Bactrian Moose
Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post.
Now Hypercaffeinated! Share and Enjoy!
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!
You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
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Swatopluk
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Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post,
while a mongrel
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post,
while a mongrel
Onward noodly pirates!
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Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post,
while a mongrel brayed in the distance
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post,
while a mongrel brayed in the distance
The revolution has abandoned you. You're on your own now.
The Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not get caught.
The Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not get caught.
fueledbycoffee wrote:America has a long and hallowed tradition of irrational tax evasion and belligerence. We are the national equivalent of the Nac Mac Feegle. And we're the leaders of the free world. Damn, now I've scared myself shitless.
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Swatopluk
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Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post,
while a mongrel brayed in the distance being lost.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post,
while a mongrel brayed in the distance being lost.
Onward noodly pirates!
Bactrian Moose
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Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post,
while a mongrel brayed in the distance being lost.
A minstrel approached
The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post,
while a mongrel brayed in the distance being lost.
A minstrel approached
Dream no small dreams, for they have no power to move men -- Goethe
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