A pious girl called Susan from Hay
knelt down in the church to pray
it was like every males dream
when her skirt split at the seam
showing she’d gone commando that day
A pious girl called Susan from Hay
knelt down in the church to pray
it was like every males dream
when her skirt split at the seam
showing she’d gone commando that day
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You are awful… but I like you.
And to paraphrase my mother’s Better the day, Better the deed… Better the place, Better the delight. Oops. Didn’t say that.
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Wasn’t that a line from Last tango in Paris, no, sorry, it was butter
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I’m quietly chuckling at the thought of my mother watching Last Tango. She might have finally discovered the difference between Stalk and Butter.
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I hope you meant Stork or this is causing me strange visions
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No, I purposely misspelt it. Think about it. Or maybe don’t.
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For fear of being boring, my mother actually did tell Stork from butter when tested, she didn’t appear in the adverts.
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She hadn’t got a green card?
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Oh! I love it!
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Piety may conceal many things
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LOL, Needed a good laugh, thanks!
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I needed the smile. Thank you.
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I thank you gracious lady
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This is so good! 😀
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Oh,thank you, lovely to hear that from you
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🙂
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There are so many in the situation that you describe so eloquently, the question is why?
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