Just imagine, a warm summer morning. The dewdrops still clingingto the grass. You pull a long, slender cigarette from your pocket, place it to your lips, and inhale the deep, satisfying warmth...
Ah, the golden country.
Sorry, I'm evil and I wanted to see what effect this would have.
(Ah, the golden country.
Sorry, I'm evil and I wanted to see what effect this would have.
Digeridude Lord Wellington's Beef Trapeze,
Tue 24 Sep 2002, 20:24,
archived)
ooh dear u are evil!the father inlaw having a triple bypass last week after giving up 20 years ago was good enough reason to stop. not going back!
ok just the one...
(,
Tue 24 Sep 2002, 20:28,
archived)
ok just the one...
Ah but you willYou will return, like an old friend, like a warm, inviting....womb of sorts...
( Digeridude Lord Wellington's Beef Trapeze,
Tue 24 Sep 2002, 20:30,
archived)